Well here we are. It's been quite a while, and a lot has happened, so good morning class and lets just jump right into it shall we? Excellent, over here on board number one we have an illustration of a map of Texas. Now if you will notice the large distance between San Antonio and Denton. Yes, quite hard to imagine isn't it Lorcal the retarded old person who shouldn't be in this class? Bear with me here. For some odd reason I figured it would be a good idea to drive on down there instead of straight home, and what a trip it was. We begin with the triumphant fuck it and busting of a U-y and rocketing down I-10 at a hundred miles an hour. Then it's time for a nose bleed to make sure I look all banged up when I get pulled over by a state trooper for speeding shortly thereafter. Then, it gets too hot in the car so it's time for some excellent pantless driving, which ends up just freaking some guy at the rest stop out. Then I get gall stone pains which kill me, but there aren't any pharmacies open "on account of the lord" which means taking too many regular pain pills until blissful numbness sets in. Followed by another nose bleed. But then, the grand event of the day, the arrival which is exciting and filled with crazy energy. A few hours there, and I'm off on the road again! And shortly thereafter get another nose bleed. Grinding on into the night, I pass through Austin, which has a very nice lighting situation on it's freeway, and would make a great shot if I hadn't been flying over it at 80 miles an hour. Austin is left behind and boony town after boonyville follows. Shortly outside of Fort Worth, on an entirely abandoned stretch of highway, I get pulled over again, this time a ticket because I forgot that things have to move slower at night for some reason. This is just as perplexing as why I can't just walk on the grass, even for a little bit. Oh well. Finally I get home to collapse all over the town and then go to a movement final. Woot, it was a grand day all around, and totally worth the thirteen hours it took to drag myself around the whole damn state.

There are many another story about the past week full of madness and motorcycle jumps, but running around in spandex and fighting guys with sledge hammers late into the night takes its toll on my poor little eyes, so I must go, but fear not royal readers who left because I never wrote anything! I will be back again tomorrow to continue the multi-part series "How I made a bad idea into a worse one!"