at least I try....

you know, at least I try. Maybe if some people weren't so funny and clever, AND if some people didn't post all the cool pictures from the web, maybe then........I'd have something worth talking about. jeez, way to make an aspiring trio candidate feel useless.......................and that's that, I'm just kidding. just joshin, just.......you know what sucks.

tornadoes.

tornadoes that rip apart po-dunk towns like Williamston, Michigan. I actually woke up today with 14 miles worth of gas left in my tank, and remembered........."oh yeah....the gas station blew away, I'll have to drive 5 miles to the town next door to fill up."

my dad took some photos, I will be posting them eventually so that all you daily readers will be content for the day. (regarding the "daily readers" comment, it has actually reached a negative number, because I think I visit my own page more than anyone else)

So yeah you heard it right, a tornado decided to make a pit stop in our town. The entire town is blockaded with all sorts of police members, and it's damn near impossible to get inside the town unless you live there to which the officers seem to make you believe that you don't live there. Most of the houses and shops are damaged, so they are extremely worried about looting, which usually happens late at night, which also just so happens to be the time that I usually return from the painting studio. hence my upcoming story.

3:00 am, last night I'm driving home from the studio. I'm eating graham crackers and basically every bite leaves a trace on my lap. I'm a messy fat kid basically, I slow down at the first road block (2 miles out of town). I tell the officer I live in Williamston, he let's me go. I reach Williamston, and I'm about 300 ft. away from the stop sign I always take a right on in order to get to my house. Officer stops me "what's your purpose at this hour", he says. He looks down at my lap covered in cracker crumbs. "Driving home.....I mean...I just live up there (pointing)...I mean I live at 460 S. Cedar Ridge Run...I MEAN! 460 S. Cedar Run Ct. I have mapquest directions....here look." (i pull out the mapquest directions I printed off this past summer from my house to Caitlin's old apartment in Rochester. at this point he looks at me like I'm drunk as hell.
"why do you have mapquest directions to your own house? what are the closest street intersections?" he asks.
"ummm this one (point to the stop sign 300 ft. ahead) I can't remember the name of that street sorry, but if you go down like 4 miles past my house M-52 intersects.......I don't know...It's all country roads back there......there aren't any intersections.......is that a trick question?"
The cop looks at my license, it has two entirely different addresses on it, plus it's bent in half, he could have easily given me two tickets for that. One address says "Williams Hall, East Lansing" and the other says "Eureka, Lansing" which is posted over the sticker that shows my mom's house in "Ann Arbor". My license covers the past 4 years of my travels.

I try to tell him that I am a student and I don't really pay attention to the roads, because I typically always come home around this time, and I just know which places to turn. Let alone my dad's car says "CIA" on the front of it, so there's the whole conversation about "who does this car belong to sir?"

so yeah, every street has a road block consisting of two cars, this lady cop this morning told me that they weren't allowing anyone who doesn't live in the town to even pass through. basically this means all us city folk are trying fine tuning those back road driving senses once again. Although there's nothing better than getting lost on a country road, it's a confidence booster in terms of decision making as to "what road to turn on". It always seem like a handful of the best ideas you've ever had, until you find yourself 3 towns over.

well, this is my story for today, I hope everyone is doing well.