Me, to Kelly, when I'm not sure if I just made a wrong turn.
Well, today I went to classes. Nothing special happened. Comm was comm, philosophy was philosophy, and choir was choir. After choir, I was feeling a wee bit antsy, so I called Chris (C.) to see if he wanted to go for a car ride. He was busy, but he gave me Kelly's number, so I called her. She was free, so we went for a car ride.
It was one hell of a car ride. First I drove out randomly around Alohaish, because I could. Then we got in into our head (we only had one brain between the two of us by that point, I would guess)that we should go to Vancouver, WA, just so we could say that we drove to another state on a whim. So I headed North on I-5. Yay us. We get to talking, and completely miss Vancouver. Ah well. Eventually, Kelly gets the concept of ordering pancakes at a truck stop in her head, so we decide to stop at one sooner or later. I at some point see a sign that says it's only around 100 more miles to Seattle. So when we do find a truck stop (named Spiffy's), I decide to call Sean and see if he wants us to come up and stop by. No one answered the phone though, so we decided to just drive back instead. Probably a much better plan anyway. Unfortunantly, the truck stop had no pancakes, but Kelly got a gardenburger, so it all worked out. Oh, and Kelly got to call her mom from the truck stop. I think her mom took it fairly well, all things considered.
I'm tired and drove around 200 miles today. I'm going to bed.
Captain Squanky signing off