I'm turning emo! Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!
So, I'm back in Pensacola, praise God who is indeed merciful. It's kind of ironic that after driving across the country safely, some moron pulls right out in front of me and we narrowly avoid a wreck a mile and a half from my home (I only call him a moron because I was tired and grumpy at the time.) The final ride home was rather dismal, sadly, and when it was my turn to drive, I got so sick that I sneezed often, my eyes were watering so bad it was like I was crying, and I just overall wanted to sleep for a very long time. Have I slept yet though? No. Don't ask me why. So, to summarize the trip to those of you who weren't there: Spring break was definitely a good idea, whoever invented it gets mad props; me and Josh were definitely the only reason for any scoring in volleyball; the grand canyon is aptly named; "naughty pillows" is in fact a medical term; Sedona, while it may be a hippie hangout, doesn't hold a candle to Costa Rica in natural beauty; I'm terrible at pretty much every card game ever invented (but Beck is worse at spoons ;)); ummmmmmmmm, actually that's most of what happened in Arizona. I've also decided that were I young and carefree, I would definitely move to El Paso, or some similar place, just because it is that cool. In case you were wondering about the title, Josh bought me some super emo cd, and I actually like it, but I still hate Emo.