And the leezle should never be allowed to write after 2:00 AM!

Hello all, and by "all" I mean the sexy voices in my head! I bet you didn't think I was still alive... but alas, I have managed to elude all your assignation attempts! MUAHAHAHAHA! Hopefully this will not be the last post you see from me this semester as I am making a point to exist again since I haven't for about a year or two. I promise to at least make a weekly pilgrimage to this pathetic blog. However, I will remind you that my promises aren't worth much... granted they are worth something. My promises are like pennies, really. They're worth something but not enough to make them useful... so mostly they get caught in the vacuum. I'm talking USA pennies though... because Canadian pennies ARE worthless... although they do make fashionable coin jewelry. lol

Soooo, I sadly spent my last week of freedom stuck in the deep south. My sister graduated August 11th with her Doctorate degree in psychology and we drove down to Tuscaloosa, Alabama for the ceremony. Lucky for us, we got there right when the south was having a heat wave... and so it was 107 degrees Fahrenheit WITHOUT heat index. On the way up, our car started shaking and smelling like burning rubber... we pulled over and the coolant was boiling. lol The car continued to overheat so when we got to Alabama, we took it to a mechanic who charged us way too much and didn't actually fix the problem. After the graduation, we all planned to drive up to Memphis where my sister is doing her internship and visit some more relatives bleh. As soon as we took off on the road, the car started shaking worse than before and overheating again. After stopping and starting about three times the car finally decided to cooperate. Suddenly, about halfway into our trip, something snapped and the car was shaking and roaring... it felt like we had a flat. Unfortunately, the south seems to be more desolate than Kansas and the closest place to stop is a little town called peppertown consisting of three CLOSED gas stations. Apparently this mecca of useless petrol facilities services the entire city's soda and newspaper needs because at least 50 people stopped by in the 30 minutes we were stranded there to buy soda from the pop machines and newspapers from the newsstand. Anyway, my mom and I got out of the car while my dad attempted to find some shade to park under when we heard a rattling that sounded like gravel in the hubcaps. My dad removed the hubcap and found that half the lugnuts had unscrewed.... pretty much, the wheel was falling off. The loose wheel caused vibration which in turn was causing friction and making the car overheat. Apparently, when my dad had got the tires rotated for our trip, the mechanic was in such a hurry that he didn't get the lugnuts in the threads and thus when he used the torque wrench to screw them in, he stripped the threads... so the wheel wasn't really being held on with anything. At this point I was suffering dehydration and a nice gentlemen whose car had overheated was talking to me about cars in an accent thicker than whole milk. Salvation came when my sister and her friend, Megan, showed up to help us out... after having left for Memphis two hours after us. lol Anyway, my dad manage to tighten the remaining lugnuts and we made it another 12 miles to Tupelo, Mississippi, before they too fell out. Tupelo, the birth place of Elvis Presley, seemed to be one of the creepiest places. At this point the entire wheel and the thingy it attaches to needed replaced so we decided that we would have to stay in Tupelo until a mechanic could fix it. All the while, we are standing in 107 degree heat and crazy people kept coming up and talking to us as is the custom in the south. lol Some man in a neckbrace with only one visible tooth approached me and tried talking to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying.... something about the police... O.O So anyway, there was a hotel right where we broke down. This hotel did not look right... there was two other broken down cars in front of it... one with a punctured tire, the other was covered in unfathomably large spider webs. The receptionist gave us a room on the back side of the hotel and it looked nice at first glance. While I was relaxing on the bed, Megan jumped up and shouted "OMG!" and then she reached for the pillow behind me to catch a creepy-crawly that was going for my head. I thought it was an isolated incident and so I tried not to get paranoid about bug attacks. So then I got up to go fill the dog's water bowl (the family dog was also traveling with us) in the bathroom sink, when I turned around, I screamed, launching the waterbowl, as I came face to face with the biggest spider I have ever ever ever seen in my entire life.... in all my years of entomology even! Everyone thought I was being bug-a-phobic until they saw it and produced similar reactions. It was the discovery of the first U.S. tarantula. lol My dad, the brave man he is, squashed it with his foot, that barely covered it. SPLAT!!! It squished orange goo everywhere. After further examination of the room, we realized that the room was already occupied... by a menagerie of spiders. Needless to say, we asked for a different room. Our next room was and remained creepy-crawly free! While sitting in the room my sister came in from the parking lot and remarked about sighting other cars with punctured tires and spider webs parked all around the building. Thus a new Stephen King novel was born... lol I still wonder about it... whether Tupelo is cursed and cars just break down there... or perhaps the hotel employees were popping tires to get more business... or more likely, a race of super spiders were biting the tires in order to keep their human-food right where they wanted it. I rode up to Memphis with my sister and Megan and my parents stayed in Tupelo to get the car repaired. Unfortunately, at my sister's I was subjected to hours of reality t.v. and have now lost what little ability I had left to speak English properly. We watched the show called "The Hills" and some other show about the promiscuous ongoings of real teenagers from upper class California. I thought, "They should make a reality t.v. about teens from Kansas!!!.... then again, the show would probably consist of Kansas teens sitting around watching the show about Californian teens... lol" Finally, we returned home after two extra days of sitting on my ass in Memphis! I never thought I'd be so happy to look upon the endless suburbs of Johnson County, KS. hehehe

Well, now I'm back in Manhattan, unpacking, re-organizing, and getting ready for the new semester... which starts on Monday. Hopefully more interesting posts are to come.... all I really wanted to do it tell everyone about the enormous spider. I realize how badly this is written... I'm very tired... *snore* lol But I figure I should quit procrastinating...