Adventures in San Diego.

To continue the exciting adventures of me, I've been in San Diego since Wednesday afternoon. I'm on Martin's labtop. Yeehaw. Anyways. I think I'll tell you about my journey.

So. I left on Wednesday morning. My mother somehow managed to book us one of those really super cheap flights. You know, where there's like five people in a row and you don't get any food and there's no leg room and you can't breathe. It costs less than driving. Like, a lot less. (Gas prices). Oh, and Stefan says it's better for the environment! After we got to San Diego, I slept, for a really long time. I don't really remember the first day at all, but I had a corn chip for dinner. AND! I forgot, at the airport, I got pizza because I was starving and about to pass out. I had to shove it down my throat, and I wasn't finished and the plane was loading, so Stefan started yelling at me and telling me to eat it and I was like I'm trying! and he tried to throw it away and I was like NO! and then I finally just put a napkin over the top of the little cardboard food thing and secretly stowed it away onto the plane. I'm such a rebel. I'm starting to remember more of the day as it passes. When we got to this weird place we're staying, which is kind of like a gas station in my opinion, there was only two beds, so my mom asked for another bed. They were all okay! And they gave us this sheet, and was like, it's a feather bed. I lulzed. Then my mom complained and we got some spring mattress to put on the floor. My mom gets a bed, Stefan gets a bed, and I get a spring mattress on the floor. It's rather uncomfortable. Thennnn...my mom went to work out at some gym place nearby, and I went to, and I played on the stairs machine.

Day two. I woke up to Stefan punching me in the back really really really hard. He got mad at me when I told him to stop. I got me some pancakeum's for breakfast, and we went on some crazy long hike and Stefan found weed on the trail, apparently, but I didn't see any. We went back to the gas station and I ran a mile and biked two miles and I didn't eat anything and Stefan overworked himself because he's trying to get a six pack. Hahahahhahaha. Anyways. Uhh, we went to Patrick's college. The dorm is pretty small. He gave us a tour and my mom complained the whole time. I took a lot of pictures, which I shall upload..later. There's this one room called the graffiti room. It reminds me of the Phoenix and it smelled like weed eveerrryyywwhhheeerrreee. Students are allowed to graffiti it all they want. There's also this anchor thing, that's randomly placed in the middle of the campus, that students are allowed to paint on. Patrick's friend Carrie's mom was visiting, and she was a really kind soul and took us out to dinner and paid for us. It's this place called BJ'S. Stefan lulzed at the name. Immature little eighth grader. I had pizza and some thing called a Pizookie, which is like a pizza made out of cookie. It's the greatest thing on earth. Ever. I watched TV at the hotel that night and went on myspace. I miss AIM. Sadface.

And today! Day three. We went to Patrick's college for breakfast. It was free food. I got a doughnut and hash browns and like four pieces of cereal. Then we went to the Aquarium. It was exciting. There was some little kid who's name was also Isabel, and her family kept saying her name and it was really confusing. I went to a Sea Cave and slipped and almost died, except not really the last part. Now I'm here, and Stefan is working on his six pack at the gym.

I'm thirsty.