I don't hear from you no more, but I get the message. You crashed your car through my front door. I pulled you from the wreckage. You told me that you missed me, but you meant with the grill and hood. You'd kill me if you could... --- So it has been a week and two days since the last signs of myself on this always lovely site. Don't know if this was to be noticed except maybe by people who are not here at this moment to do so? Jess, as I have mentioned a few times before, had left last Wednesday afternoon for Philadelphia. There it was: John and myself sitting in the way back of the van, Nick in the one seat that was still left in it in the middle of the van, Thomas and the madre in the front alternating turns at driving. Road trips are quite the boring things especially when with younger brothers who refuse to watch the movies that you had put into the car. By the second day going, I did convince them to watch Pirates of the Caribbean [My 50th time or so watching it] and Edward Scissorhands. We stayed at my mom's Uncle Dick and Aunt Kathy's house in Smithville, North Carolina. Hah! It was worse than Fayetteville. Never did I think I would ever find a town worse than that where I reside now. So after spending the night there and being spoiled like a grandchild we were on the road again... -_- We arrived at Philadelphia on Thursday evening around 8:30. The first stop was bringing the younger brothers of myself to the padre's house. He didn't comment on my hair, he just said hello and before he could say anything else I ran up the steps and pretended that I had to go to the bathroom. Yes, I avoid things. Yes, it gets me out of confrontations and other problems that may arise. Yes, I know I have relied on it for everything in my life. ... When I came back downstairs he was standing there holding these objects in his hands and all I could think was how stupid are they going to be this time? He will never fail to give those really shitty things for presents and gifts, I tell you that. He handed to me a red white and blue/patriotic planner because "my room is red/white/blue." Also he handed to me this packet about the Smith System some lame bullshit about driving classes that he had to take for work. It was "so I could know some of the stuff they might teach me in drivers classes." Yes, six hours for FIVE days they will teach me shit that I really don't want to know. I don't think I need some more driving bull shit about the roads. -_- Oh! And the best one of them all? He gave to me a Javy Lopez bobble head doll of him on the Orioles! -gaspeth- It was so... beautiful! Does anyone want to have my father for their own? He will actually give you something to complain about day in and day out. After that lovely ten minutes or so inside my dad's house we left for Moneca's house in Ben Salem. That was where I stayed for the length of us being there. From Thursday until Sunday morning. We didn't do much so I will not go to explaining all the boredom of things since I do that almost everyday as it is. Yes, I have also established that Virginia is a state far off worse than that of Georgia. We stopped at some odd town and went into a Johnny Appleseed restaurant. O.O Holy hell, it was the weirdest place ever. They had everything in there apple related themed. Then they gave us complimentary apple fritters - Moneca and myself just stared at them and laughed. That's not even the worse of it. As we were looking and discussing the things on the menu this lady comes up and stands beside me and all of sudden is touching my head/hair before finally commenting and being much ecstatic "Oh! I love this color! It is so pretty! What can I get you all to drink?" I had to let everyone else get their orders first so I could find my words again. She...touched...my...hair... I was so freaked/weirded out by that. This being myself, the person who barely lets anyone touch me in any sort of embrace. Speaking of that, we were listening to a radio station and we were told that couples who hug for at least 20 seconds everyday will lower their stress levels and will help produce Oxycontin in women, the hormone that make women be more nurturing and loving. Haha! What a great trip back that was, maybe it was the whole driving without stopping at any hotel thing that made it so much more amusing? So that was the "not going into details" version of Jess' five days away from the computer. So here I am, returned to this lovely town, lovely computer, lovely internet and most of all: This lovely site! Yayness. The words of Jess will now return to you all for them to be read and taken seriously. Hah! Like they ever were... Great days and nights to you all! And who lives in a state that fireworks are illegal? Does it not suck when 4th of July comes that you cannot play with your own and make your very own fire and stare in amazement? -disappears in a cloud of purple smoke but reappears for some last updates- Update since when I wrote this it was Tuesday afternoon and the site stopped working when I went to update so now this is my update from Wednesday afternoon: Everyone must go watch/rent The People Under the Stairs! It was so effin amusing and probably the coolest horror movie that was not at all that scary, but more or less having to stare at psycho "parents." Those children whom were in the cellar are my new best friends. I told Moneca I want to mingle with the boys whom had either heard, spoke or seen EVIL! -gaspeth- Seriously, they were SO cool. Well, cool from what I saw of them in the flick. We also watched Butterfly Effect and Uptown Girls - which was the opposite of The People Under the Stairs and extremely lame/stupid as it was very predictable and the always typical movies with rich people in it. Butterfly Effect was pretty good I guess, it was funny to laugh at all the STUPID mistakes he made when he went back and then I thought it was exactly like Identity and the person was crazy and imagined it all, but then Moneca explained that it was him, again, going back in time and he really wasn't insane. That was the most confusing part of it... Now I really will disappear as Moneca wants to play some Simpsons: Road Rage on the PS2. Its ever so fun.... -disappears in a cloud of BLACK smoke this time- This is a permanent solution to a temporary problem... -_- And it's okay, I'll just grab my shit and leave. I won't say one word. I'll keep my tricks up my sleeve. Flew off of the handle, you opened fire on me. Put me down, put me out of misery. I'm fatally yours.