North Carolina Blog... Again?

Before you read this, I'll just put it out there that I'm living on 36 hours of no sleep. And this whole blog is, in a way, a play by play of my whole trip from New York to North Carolina. I couldn't stop writing, even though, now that I'm reading what all I wrote, it seems pointless and boring. So, if you don't want to waste your time reading a pointless and boring blog, don't read this one.

Here we go:

I'm here, in the passengers seat of my grandmothers car, trying to use the street lights to see what I'm writing. (Good thing you can't see my hangwriting, huh?)

So we left for North Carolina around 9pm (early birds, I know) to get off the island and spend the night somewhere (I don't know where exactly yet). I'm supposed to drive sometime during this grand voyage, but I don't exactly know when that'll be either. I didn't even know I was going to North Carolina until last night on my way out the door to go to Borders. (We like to plan things in advance as well.)


>>This just in... We just got off the last exit in New York...<<

Anywho, I just started texting on Nana's phone (because she doesn't use it and wants somebody to) and I had so many choices to choose from in my contact list. I was going to text Jess, but I noticed the time and it seemed a little late to text that one (10:45 =P ). So I decided to go to the next person on my mental list, and sure enough, it worked! I was really happy, even though we didn't say much. And I took forever to respond because of how much of a texting "noob" I am.

Well, today my mom blew up and yelled at me about being too lazy and how nobody has kids as me (chores wise). And she said to me that I make her sick. Isn't that something that will brighten your day when you hear that from your mother? Honestly, there has been quite a lot of people that have told me that they noticed, I do a lot of chores. I mean, I can't even go out if I don't get a ton of things done that morning. Most of my friends don't even do chores, they don't have to. But still, I forget to rotate laundry, or I forget to vacuum the stairs after I do the whole first floor, I'm the laziest kid on the planet and I don't deserve anything whatsoever. I'm sorry I kind of just vented and sounded a little childish just now. I just, really upset me, especially that my own mother said things like that to me.

See, when I get upset or angry about something and I blow up about it, I quickly apologize and feel guilty for exploding. And next I'll feel bad about being mad in the first place, or forget all about being upset and five minutes later, I'll be all happy-go-lucky all over again. I don't like being angry or upset. (Come to think of it, I don't know of anyone who would say "I like being angry or upset.") Here, let me change that: I never can keep myself angry at someone or upset about something unless it's really out of the ordinary or very hurtful. (Jess even had to remind me that I'm "mad at so and so, remember?")

---Rest Stop---

So I ended up driving after our first rest stop. Then, around 3:20am, we started looking for a hotel that allows dogs, (Oh, did I not mention that we brought Joey?) but no one likes them I guess. Well, one hotel had one room left but it was a smoking room. And we all know that, me plus smoke equals bad. So we passed on that and continued to drive and get off on exits that had hotels. One of would get out and ask, come up empty, and continue our search.

Right now (with me writing this on paper), it's 5:40am and we ended up stopping at a rest stop for a few hours, starting now. And go figure, Alex doesn't want to sleep, she wants to write. maybe I'll watch the sun rise, I've always wanted to do that with someone, but 'no one' is here to watch it with. And, too bad I packed my camera, then left it at home (don't ask how that happens, because from this trip so far, apparently strange things can happen in the blink of an eye without explanation) so that's a bummer.

Yep, here I am, sitting in the drivers seat of Nana's Ford Escape (said like Dory from Finding Nemo.) under the starry, navy blue sky. Fleetwood Mac is playing faintly from the CD player, and occasional trucks and cars will drive by on 95, headed south.

Oh, and did I mention that Nana started to rive for a few minutes (from one exit to the very next one) and then she realized that she was about to fall asleep, "And kill us all." as she put it.

On a completely different subject (but not really) I got a lot of thinking time while driving. (Just a side note, now that I'm thinking about it, we stopped at a Denny's around 3:40 in *drum roll* Dumfries, VA! - I pronounced it as "dumb fries" and Nana laughed at me and said it's pronounced like "dumb freeze".- ) So yea, thinking time, well i thought a lot. About this upcoming year (I know, obsessive right?), last year and all of it's ups and downs, and about, oh, how you say, "people". Well, friends I guess. I mean, I specifically thought about a certain chain of events that have been occurring, and, well depending on who's "side" you're on, it could either be going great and perfectly, or it could be going miserably and spiraling down to no where. And I, silly ol' unaware, selfish, naive, me, I'm in between these two "occurrences", the happy and miserable (for lack of better words, please).

I don't know, maybe I'm prone to this kind of stuff. When it comes to me and people (friends) around me, nothing is ever completely 100% good. Something always has to be wrong. Whether it has to do with me or somebody else close to me. I guess everything can't be perfect, but I'm tired of it. it's the the point where it's getting annoying.

I've also been thinking about this one particular person. We've recently started really talking again, and it feel great to have their friendship again. Not that we never weren't friends, I guess, but now it's better than just the occasional, "Hey, what's up, that's nice, got to go, talk to you soon." I'm really starting to like hanging out with them. It seems as if we could talk forever about nothing, and still have something to say (like birds!).

Okay, now it's really bright out, I'll try to get some shut eye (in case I end up driving the rest of the way =P ).

6:00am: We're back on the road, I got bored. =P
7:43am: We stopped for coffee at a McDonald's in Petersburg and now, Nana is walking Joey around the parking lot.

While we were eating in the McDonald's, I noticed that there was a plethora of elderly people, all sitting at different tables, but in a way, making one big circle, all facing the center. And they were all chatting like you would witness in a cafeteria in a high school. Everyone was seemingly cheerful and enjoying the latest gossip in this small, quiet, old fashioned town. Nana took notice to them as well and she said, shaking her head in disbelief, "It's just like this at home. Bright and early, they'll just get up, go to McDonald's, have breakfast and sit and chat for an hour and a half, then go on their merry ways." They just looked so happy and carefree like they were enjoying their lives. Which was really great to see. Not to mention, their circle took up half the McDonald's.

Right now I'm sitting in the back of my Uncle's explorer with my 13 year old cousin, Eric. My older cousin, who just turned 18 today, Brendan and my youngest cousin, Cameron who is 9 are sitting next to Nana in the middle or the Explorer. Uncle Sherry is driving, and Aunt Lisa is in the passenger seat. We're all listening to Indian music. I guess I'll explain about that. My uncle is from India, his whole family lives over there, and in London. He loves his country, as well as the United States but he told us that he'd never want to go back and live in India after seeing how much of a better live you can have over here. But, my cousins were brought up, listening to Hindi music, speaking some of the language, playing Hindi video games, and eating Indian foods. They're quite cultured when it comes to the Indian ways. If you ever saw my cousin, you would wonder how we're related. He's changed so much from childhood, but I think that's a story for another day.

We're actually about to go see The Dark Knight for Brendan's birthday. And apparently I'm staying longer than a few days and we're going down to their house that's 2 miles away from Disney World. So, I still have no idea when I'm going to be home. *Enter sad face here.*

I was going to write about seeing the movie, but this blog is already long enough, so I'll either forget about blogging about it, or save it for next time. I'll just leave off with what my cousin, Eric, said that had me laughing for a while.

Aunt Lisa is talking about someone related to them, and how she's no longer getting married (the woman they're talking about)- "She got her heart broken..."
Eric cuts in before anyone else could respond to Aunt Lisa- "Too much McDonald's?"