and...i'm back

Hola everybody. This post doesn't exactly have a point...just to warn you...it mostly jumps
from subject to subject. So i apologize in advance for getting you confused.
So...Just got back from a two week long roadtrip with my family.

We drove across the country to get to montana.

It was long to say the least...but pretty fun.

I'm the redhead -> ->

If you know me well...

(which most of you don't assuming your not in my family and your not my close friend.)

You know that i'm stubborn.

Really stubborn.

And i was not happy to be driving 27 hours in the car.

The 1st reason i wasn't happy was because of the drive.

The 2nd reason was because i had just ordered the new

twilight book Breaking Dawn, and it would arrive when

we would be gone.

3rd reason was because i was missing the day when i

go to my high school to get my schedule and locker

combo, where i would see all of my friends that i hadn't seen since may.

The 4th reason was because we would be getting back

home really close to when school was going to start

and i always get abnormally nervous

during the two or three weeks prior to school.

(Don't ask me why...because i honestly do not know.)

And i think there were like two or three other reasons

why i was upset, but i forget.

I realize now that i was wrong for being so mad
I had alot of fun with my family. We got real close during the stay. Mostly because the three days up to montana and three days down, the six of us had to stay in one hotel room.

You might know that you can only have four people to one room,

and if you had extra people you had to pay 20-25$ extra per person.

But we were staying at the places for free because my dad had

lots of points...or something like that.

So we had to sneak into the hotels.

My dad would check in...bring me and my younger sister (2 years

younger than me) with him to carry all the bags, and we would go

to our room.

Then my mom would come with my two other sisters

with her up to the room.

I thought it was pretty funny.

And now i understand why they usually only have four people to a room.
My parents had a bed...me and my sister had a bed...and then my two

youngest sisters slept on an air mattress which was shoved in between

my bed and the wall. You had to step on the air mattress (which was

deflated in the morning) to get to the bathroom. And to sum it all up-

there was only one mirror...and 5 girls.

Really only me, my mom and my sister wear make-up...but

my youngest sister wears "make-up" as well...But it's water.

She takes this little plastic thing and runs it under water and

wears it as mascara, lip-gloss, and eyeshadow. It's the cutest thing.

Except when you have 5 minutes to get ready and she's hogging the mirror.

I discovered something in those 105 hours total of driving...

my two youngest sisters are actually aliens/puffballs
and their names are puffy and bitey.

That's what they were pretending anyway.

It kind of scared me. They were acting way crazy...

but it was fun to video tape.

The not fun part was when they would start cracking

up about nothing. They would get so loud i had to yell

to get their attention. And i did yell...alot.

I'm not sure my parents got the whole experience

of the two girls. because they were in the front and my head

was right in front of them. Ugh. Worst thing.

But....I read Breaking Dawn.

AAAAAHHhhhhhh. I love those books.

The Twilight Series. I cannot even explain my obsession.

My dad drove me to the nearest Walmart in Arizona, at midnight

to get a copy of that book. I was so excited i was shaking.

I could go on for hours about everything in those books.

You would be suprised.

I'm on team Edward. If you don't know what that means.

READ THE BOOK. =)
They're making a movie out of it...it comes out in december.

And tomorrow im going to the mall to get my hair cut and
I'm getting a twilight t-shirt at hot topic.

Yeesh. Happy me.

Sorry.

Anyway. My family is preetttty darn funny.

I might tell some funny stories about them soon.

I love them to death.

I also love the twilight books to death.

Ahh.