fine fine- more road trip.
June 15, 2010
but first. ray lamontagne 
could sing the ABCs and i’d pay rapt attention. i can’t explain my affinity for his music except to say i can’t help it. it just is.
and that’s not relevant to this post, but i just heard his new song
and…bam. a post about ray lamontagne. a song i can’t say even remotely mirrors my own life experiences, but which intrigues me and draws me in, like 99% of all of his songs. there’s one i don’t like, but he doesn’t either, so whatevs.
ANYWAY. road trip. with pictures! because you, when you’re on a blog, really just want those. you little stinker.
we spent 2 nights and a full day in columbia, missouri. it was muggy. and HOT. and full of hippies. why did i spend so much time there again? humidity sucks, 90+ degree weather isn’t easy on a hijabi, and i hate hippies. lucky for my friend farah, it was because of her! a crueler me would’ve said her air conditioned house. but it was actually the food. i mean, the air conditioning. I MEAN, it was to hang out with her. while there we visited the oldest tree in missouri:
cheese away, Stinky. I re-nicknamed him Stinky. because Squishy was getting embarassing in public. give it 2 more weeks into this budding teenager’s life and i’ll probably have to start calling him by his actual name. *sigh*
theeere she is. the road here is flat. so flat you could take off into the fields surrounding, no biggie. judging by some of those tracks, that’s exactly what happens on occasion. wanna know what else happens? <-hm, that sounds like more connotation than i actually meant.
that’s the shell of a .45, babies. at least, i think it is. it says “45″ on it. so i’m right, right? look i’ve never used a hand gun. just shotguns. ..and a rifle once. we found quite a few of these shells, so naturally, kept them. there were broken bottles around, too. obviously, being the oldest tree in missouri, people go there to shoot at stuff and drink. i mean Obviously. remember that i said columbia’s a hippy town? well it is. but there are rednecks real close by. on the way to my dear friend’s house, i nearly ran over a guy on an ATV. well, actually, his dog. why? ’cause his damn dog was running out ahead of his dang ATV, because his danged kid was following too close behind on his own little ATV. on a 55mph road. SMRT. also, i like ATVs. i’m probably just jealous.
oh, gosh. hey farah? don’t kill me. explanation: farah and her missourian friends are stupid nerdy. but nerds don’t play drinking games, hh! wellll, they do with pepsi. i happened to be at her house during her Lost party. she knows i don’t like Lost, but, well, i’m just a good friend. so they had their little crazed groupie party. i’m sure they’re nice folks otherwise. seriously though- great folks. just…Lost crazy. it’s ok. i judge you, but i also forgive you. i like ke$ha, so you really shouldn’t care what i think.
note to self: things put on the internet can’t be taken back. i like ke$ha. my future self will read this and want to hurl. i’m so sorry for your pain, future self. i am young and stupid?
next post, God willing, to involve video. might be published sooner than even i anticipate. hold onto your butts.
