I had a great time in Sac, the last day Kelly and I stayed up until like 4 watching Bowling For Columbine and the Guns God & Government tour. I loved Bowling For Columbine, it was scrumtrulescent. The next morning (after only 5 hours of sleep) I got up, crammed the last of my crap in my suitcase, and my aunt and I made our way downtown to the Greyhound station. It was cool, we talked about how Mike (my cousin) never talks…like at all, and how it’s so hard to get to know people like that. The door opened, and we hugged and I got on the bus. There weren’t that many people on this one, I had like my own enclave, it was so cool. All until I got to Santa Rosa. I DRAGGED all my stuff into the front of the terminal, and this guy was towing the bus I was supposed to go on. I had to wait FOUR HOURS in the blazing Santa Rosa heat until the replacement bus came. Even then, the replacement bus was full except for four seats, but since I was connecting I got one of them. I sat by this lady who I found out later was a siezure patient, she actually had two seziures on the bus. She gave me her phone number and everything, but I think she was just a disposable friend. She had too much of Ashley in her. I called my dad when we stopped for a “meal” (it was McGrease, so I didn’t eat), I called my dad and told him I’d be late. Then I called when I got to Eureka and we had kind of a little break and I called him then too, used up like three dollars on my frickin phone card using pay phones. The seziure lady got off at Eureka, and by then I was ravenously hungry and violently tired. I fell asleep sometime, and when I woke up my lunchbox and book were going back and forth across the floor of the bus, clanging against the seats…this mexican family was looking at me, but I didn’t care much about anything. I remember two of them talking about penises, one would go small penis, and they would laugh and go big penis, or something. I felt like screaming at them FUCKING SHUT UP! IT IS LIKE MIDNIGHT AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!!! I picked up my stuff that was clanging on the floor, and kind of cuddled with it to keep it from sliding back and forth on every turn on the windy road, except for my book, which had gone under this mexican lady’s chair. I woke up, and hazily realized that we were driving through Crescent City. My book had drifted under this lady, so I had to fish it out of under her seat before I got off, but I got all my stuff, crammed it into the back of Dad’s truck (he was there waiting, I got there at 12:30 instead of 10). I unrolled my somewhat filthy covers and went to sleep after I’d performed my night ritual. I woke up the next morning and spent the whole day cleaning/decorating my room. I still have about a day’s worth of stuff to do, but I got my bed all situated, and I stole clean covers from the guest room since I had to wash clothes and didn’t have time to do the comforters/sheets I’d had from my mom’s house. I set up the computer and everything, and finally got it online very late (12) last night.