No, U - DA - HO.

I went to Idaho on Saturday to visit not only my brother, sister in law, and nephew, but also my best friend who just had a baby. I was going to fly but plane tickets were $300 so it was (at first) cheaper to drive. Little did I know, I ran over a nail one of my days in Nampa and had to buy a whole new set of tires which cost $474.83. Major bummer. So here are some highlights from my trip, in numbers and pictures:

422 miles- between Trevor & Ashley's house and mine.

6 hours 45 minutes- time it is supposed to take to get there.

5 hours 23 minutes- amount it took me!

112- speed I hit before I realized I was speeding!

5- cops I saw.

0- times I got pulled over. (Surprisingly!)

3:29- length of Say Anything's "Walk Through Hell" which was basically the theme song for my trip.

8- number of douchebags who made me pass them on the right on my way there because they wouldn't get the hell out of my way.

2- number of douchebags who made me pass them on the right on my way home because they wouldn't get the hell out of my way.

4- rest stop / gas station bathrooms

1- particularly bad Subway bathroom, where I am pretty sure I contracted Hepatitis

Things I Hate:

Running out of Peach Rings

Speed Limit Schmeed Limit

Snow Storms

Funny Lights on my dash and by default, going the schmeed limit

Semi trucks passing semi trucks

Things I Love:

The open road

Beautiful baby Lilly

My best friend and her new baby. Oh and ZEKERS!

My meathead

if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it

Why is it so horrible that I am single? People always ask why I don't have a boyfriend or my favorite one, if the boy I am texting/talking with/breathing next to is my boyfriend. No, he is not. And no, I do not like him in "that way."

I am happy being single. Yes, I think boys are cute and yes, I have crushes on random boys at really bad times, but when it comes down to it, I love my independence too much to have it be intruded upon by a boy.

And furthermore, why do is it so important that, as Beyonce so eloquently put it, that if you like it then you need to put a ring on it? You know, I'm all for a fling- sometimes they just work better. I like a lot of things, but I don't want to commit to them for my entire life. When I was younger, all I wanted to wear was a tutu. Do you think after 3 or 4 weeks I still wanted to wear that tutu? No, just the sight of it disgusted me. Sometimes thats how I feel about certain boys. I don't want a ring from them, shoot I don't even want a turkey sandwich from them.
Boys, it's not all about commitment. Sometimes, all a girl needs is a little fun.
And everyone over the age of 25, I don't need a boyfriend to make me happy or complete. So back off okay?

i swear to baby jesus

that I have a brain tumor. I'm going to Urgency Care tomorrow to either get some antibiotics for my sinus infection or to get a CAT scan done so my brain tumor can be diagnosed.

I'm not joking either.

I was listening to the radio this morning and they told a story about a woman in Florida who called 911 because the McDonalds she went to, was out of chicken nuggets. Yeah, because that is such a horrific crime you need to call 911. People are so crazy now days.

giving up booze and boys

for lent has made me into a skank. mostly because now i am giving my friends skanky advice. an excerpt from my latest text thread:

Friend: (Insert boy's name here) brother is so hot! And nice!
Moi: Then blow him.
F: I'm not like that!
M: I'm just saying that maybe you need a little action in your life.
F: Dribble about some friend of her's.....
M: Ah ha. I still vote on you fellating this fine specimen of man.


Something is wrong with me when I start saying fellating. Or fellatio. Or anything along those lines.


But just so y'all know, I have kept to my Lent promise of no boys (specific ones I mean, I can't shun the entire male species) and no booze (that is definitely all inclusive). I've only got, what? 33 days left? Wish me luck.

And in other news, I've been bombing my French tests, getting secret tattoos/piercings, reading nonstop because I am the biggest nerd you will ever meet, borrowing money from my parents because I am financially irresponsible, applying to colleges (mostly private ones, with tuition costs of $30K a year), noticing how many words I use that have double letters i.e. leTTers, wasting all of my time on Twitter.com (@beverlyhillls), washing endless loads of laundry, and generally freaking out about what is going to happen at the end of the month when my brother et al arrive.