Well, I’m on the road again. Here from Youngtown, Ohio [When I wrote this on paper I was there, now I just passed that groundhog town in Pennsylvania.]. I’m on my way to New York, and I’m driving (rather, my parents are driving). My journal was penned in permanent marker on the Guinness Book of World Records. We just stopped at “Senor Al’s”, a fake-o “Mexican” place built into the back of the Quality Inn. I ordered the “Wet Burrito” [Wet? WTF?] And it came as two wraps covered in an American cheese film and filled with something reminiscent of New York public school beef. As the IRATE Gamer says, “I wouldn’t pay for this with a bag of sh-t!” I bet I would have gotten better burritos at Taco Bell across the street. When I went into the bathroom to wash my hands, I realized I should have brought my permanent marker to deface some property.
Things I Noticed On the Road:
· A truck with “Cerulean” written on it. Kanto, anyone?
· The beef at Senor Al’s could have been called “BeephÔ”.
· The $30 earphones that I got at the Apple store make the cartilage in my inner ear feel like crap.
· Microsoft Office has no synonyms for swear words.
· My fish is at my brother’s friend’s house with three birds and two dogs. I doubt he’s having a good time.
· Listening to Weird Al Yancovic while Celin Dion is playing on the radio while playing Brain Age gives me a headache and heightens my Brain Age.
· Smithii, my stuffed spider, now smells like cigarette smoke even though my family paid extra for non-smoking rooms [yeah, at the Quality Inn. Anything that needs to have the word Quality in its name to make people think that it’s great is usually not that great].
It’s been quite a while since I updated this specific journal file; I’ve been in Jamaica where my Dad insisted no laptop (it was left at my Grandpa’s house.). My brother has 40 bug bites and counting, and many snails were found on various rocks. I have about 7 bug bites, but these superficial injuries rank low on the bodily harm list in comparison to my wrists. We were getting out of the car to go to CVS, and I tripped out of the car, landing on my wrists and skinning my knee. I went to the Emergency room with my dad and got an X-ray. They weren’t broken, just shy of being sprained. Now it hurts when:
· I bend my wrists left to right.
· I lift something heavy, no matter what direction.
· I jolt my wrists.
· I apply pressure on my arm and not my wrists.
· I apply pressure to my wrists and not my arm.
And for some reason, when I rotate my wrists, my forearm hurts.
And it wasn’t even sprained.
Things I Noticed On the Road:
· Both Interstate 3 and Interstate 4 in Iowa have WiFi, but I couldn’t connect.
· Drinks at the resort that I stayed at in Jamaica cost $5.00, too much.
· In Jamaica, the fast food place called “Mother’s” was reminiscent of McDonalds, albeit on a much lower budget.
· Lapras Eggs take way too long to hatch.
· Even a genetically modified Magikarp [Action Replay] sucks really badly.
· 83% and 64% are identical by about a minute according to my battery monitor [32 minutes.].
· Buf’N’Low, my new stuffed buffalo, makes my stuffed animal total officially 2. Is this a collection?
· It’s kind of stupid that my brother calls Buf’N’Low “Museld” [While on my friend’s iTouch [AIM] and his iMac, I typed that I was typing to Museld instead of myself, and that was kind of an inside joke from then on]
· Stopping at McDonalds to use the bathroom does not qualify as a trip to McDonalds, as nothing was purchased or consumed. I go to McDonalds every few years.
Cheers!
Maize
- Mood:
Mesmerized - Eating: Pancakes
Back on ... For Now... 
Optimism
Tired
