oooooohhhh mmyyyyy ffrreeaaking god! argh!

at even freaking possible! No one was even moving, goddangit! You can't see me right now, but I am currently twitching. So they leave, we get their license and insurance stuff. Later, as we find out, our trunk was more than just "popped" or whatever. It freaking opened and dumped our junk off! Embarrassing... Good thing we weren't on the highway though...Anyway, giving up and trying to get home, we got lost...it was sad...We were asking directions every five minutes. Literally. And my mom freaked out. And there was no air conditioner. We finally got home. Barely any gas left. Ten hours on the road, starting at 3:30 in the morning, and wasting another three hours trying to get back home. It was harder than it should have been because the road people closed off I10. Which by the way, they are idiots. They gave us the wrong freaking directions and ended up going in a circle, where my older sister got pissed off, told the guy off (subtly threatening him) and ignored him and got directions from the other guy. Oh, and out of the seven (or eight, can't remember) people we asked directions for, ALL of them gave us different directions. Odd, no? So yeah, it took us three hours to get back home even though we were barely 60 miles out of Houston. Pitiful... T-T

So the morals of this story is...

1) Don't trust retarded road blocking idiots.

2) When traveling in over 100 miles of blocked traffic, DON'T EVEN TRY IT!

3) When a true redneck farmer guy approaches you, cover your nose.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that since we're staying in Houston, if I don't update in over a year (or more), I am probably dead. Gee, thank you Hurricane Rita!

Oh yeah, and how