Dear Journal,
I'm going to Arkansas for the week tomorrow to visit my grandparents at their house in the middle of the freaking woods. That means I possibly won't be doing journals during the week. I say possibly because I'll try to get on their computer and do a few journals. Anyways, my tamagotchi died. Poor Bradley... Now I have a son named Aaron that is currently asleep. I named him after my friend Aaron, and at the same time I was watching Get Him To The Greek too. So, I'm trying to pack my bags. Its a freaking 7 hour ride. We're taking two cars cuz we've gotta pick up my aunt and bring her with us. Yeah I know. I'm confused too. The only things to do on the road are listen to my ipod, draw, play with my new son Aaron, play Angry Birds on my mom's ipad, or sleep. Boring, right? And I won't even have the whole backseat to myself. I gotta share with my dog. AND HE'S FREAKING HUGE!!!!!! I'll be cramped and uncomfortable, and if I lay down, trampled. Since we have a Hummer, my plan was to have the whole trunk area to lay down in and have room to stretch in, but my mom is the kind that likes to follow rules. So of course I can't have my own area to lay down in cuz its illegal. Bullshit... I would like to be comfortable please instead of covered in dog hair and slobber. Disgusting.
-Emmi<3
P.S. Arkansas will kinda be fun. I've got my own(CLEAN) treehouse(:
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