I'm going away for awhile.

     I'm going to stay in Elkhorn for a day or a few days or a long time or I don't know how long really, but who cares, I'm leaving. That's my run-on sentence for the day. I have decided I'm sick of being in or near Lincoln, so I need some family time with my favourite five-year-old, and my favourite Arlene. Oh, and my favourite Uncle Matt, too. So that's awesome.

     I've talked to Cidney for probably a combined time of 30 minutes in the last four days. So that's awesome.

     I  saw a picture dad put on Facebook of me from yesterday, and promptly untagged myself. Not because it's a bad picture in general, but because I'm disgusted with the fact that I have gotten EXTREMELY fat in the last year. So that's awesome.

     My XBOX and I are having a somewhat estranged love-hate relationship lately. We aren't friends, but I use it when I'm bored. I think it senses this, and has decided to demand reboot in the middle of a game on occasion so I'll spend more time with it. Obligatory XBOX time. So that's awesome.

     My room looks like a scene from The Terminator. I need to clean it. I'm pretty sure there's a few homeless people taking shelter in my mountain of clothes and magazines. So that's awesome.

     My dad is now skinnier AND more attractive than me. So that's awesome.

     I smell like a lake, and I found sand in my underwear that I did not put there. Dad took the bath last night because he "had to go to bed" (we got home at 7) so I didn't get to take one. It's definitely time. I smell like friggin' Long John Silver's. So that's awesome.

     I don't know where my wallet is, and I have a week of service left on my phone. I also have JUST under what I need to pay for it. I think it's time to start dealing narcotics. So that's awesome.

     I lost my Alice In Chains pick that I caught at the concert. At Amanda's. I'll never see it again. So that's awesome.

     I have no life and I need to get out more. AWESOME.