i am so not a real blogger. i am so not a real blogger. i am so not a real blogger.

If I ever run away, I'll probably ride around on a Greyhound for a long time. Then I'll get a ticket to Six Flags with my Bat Mitzvah cash, then use the money on my debit card thing to pay for food and clothing). I'll probably just crash at, like, the Looney Toons Lodge (major ball pit, lol).

All I will bring will be my electric guitar in my dad's guitar case. And in that case, I'll keep cash, 5 Gum, a sharpie, a couple of books, my cell phone, and my iPod. And in case I run out of money, I will sell the books play my guitar and sing. And people will throw money in the case.

And I will sneak out every so often (but get my hand stamped, haha) to get In N Out because it is cheap and yummy. And every morning I will sprint around the park so that I don't get fat.

And then I will randomly take the Greyhound (again) to Cole and Dylan Sprouse's house (do not even ask how I got their address. I'm just cool enough/internet-wise enough to find it :D) and be like, "HEY PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW ME!! I was bored so I'm gonna play with your video games and dog and eat your food," and I won't go all spazzy-fanlike until the last second when Cole falls in love with me.

And then I will take another Greyhound to either Jackie's or Sam's house, but I don't know how to get to either of those places. And then after that I will go to Matt's house.

And by then my parents will be worried, so I'll come home. And they'll be pissed, but I'll be like, "I had an adventure while you gave me crap about my messy room! SERVES YOU RIGHT."

And then I will wake up and realize it was only a dream ): Pooie.