one bus ride later.

On Thursday night, we stepped onto a bus in Salt Lake City and fifteen hours later, we were stepping off that same bus in L.A. It was only supposed to be eleven hours but the bus had some issues. A lot of people think an eleven to fifteen hour bus ride sounds frightful and daunting but I truly enjoy long rides. Plenty of time to stare out the window and think, listen to music, talk and watch the guy across the aisle on the bus with pretzel crumbs on his shirt sleep with his face jammed against the window. I have more pictures to show you prove to you that I really was in L.A than your parents have of you on your first day of school standing in front of the fireplace. but right now, I wanted to give you a short list of some things that happened on the way there, there, and the way back.

+Bus breaks down. Obviously.
+I slept on the floor on the bus and used a roll of paper towels for a pillow. I don't know what it means that it was probably one of the best nights of sleep I've ever slept.
+There was a guy on the bus who looked like Jim Morrison. Hair and all. Oh yeah.
+I found an 'Elvis Presley Blvd' keychain at a gas station.
+The walk from our hotel to Venice Beach was soo far that the bottom of my place have been replaced with blisters.
+I think our hotel room was haunted. Unless all hotels in California have yawning noises coming from the closet at 3AM.
+We stood in the ocean for the first time in 2011!
+Somebody went #2 on the bus bathroom. I thought it was unspoken rule that you don't go #2 when you are on a bus ride that is 11+ hours. We should find the person who did this crime and lock them in there as a punishment. I'm afraid this smell will never leave my nose or memory.
+Drove through Las Vegas.
+ Ate at iHop. Twice.
+We ate a huge bag of gummy bears. Wahoooo!

That is all for now. To be continued tomorrow. The next space is a silence dedicated for all the lives lost because of September 11th. xoxo

and now a tribute...

...to Chuck Palahniuk. [insert angelic ooo's and aaah's here] Lately, you could say that I've been obsessed. Fascinated. Intrigued. It's writers like him that make me take a good long look at myself and my writing (if you could call it that) and say, "Fail." But hey, I'm working on it. We all have to start somewhere, right?

You might know some of his books like:

+Lullaby

+Invisible Monsters

+Snuff

+Choke

+Fight Club

Here are some of his quotes that just make me bask in his writing glory.

"Find out what you're afraid of and go live there."

"I just don't want to die without a few scars."

"I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about."

"More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself."

"People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown."

"People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone."

"The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly."

"The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open."

"You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time."

"You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be."

See? The word you are looking for is whoa! or, incredible! or, wow! It's okay, I have goosebumps too.