Gate D, as in David.

I did some consistent travel Thursday for about... hold on, lemme calculate, 15 hours with the time difference? I don't know, something like that.

I like train rides.
I don't like mothers threatening to hit their daughters at 8 in the morning when I'm trying to catch some sleep though.

One of my highlights was checking out train graffiti, and sitting in the Grand Hall in the Union station in Chicago.
I didn't venture outside to the Chicago streets, because I didn't want to get lost and miss my train, but I'm so down to go there.

Apparently a guy shot up a government building in Chicago, the same time I was there. Talk about zany.

I sat next to a nice Russian lady named Anya the second train ride for about 20 minutes of it, 'til they told her to move. Mean conductors. But I was content having two seats to myself while I was hypnotized by the scenery outside, whether it was vast amounts of farmland or not.

I then got my car and hung out with my sister and brother-in-law for a bit and we then went our separate ways. I got stuck in some retarded traffic in Indiana for what seemed like forever (I did have Midg on the phone with me to keep me sane, so that was nice).

And now, I'm home.
My car is pretty badass.
Everything is fancy.
I don't know what to do with myself, haha.
I've been trying to find excuses to go drive in it, but it hasn't quite worked out :)

Meh.
So yay!

On an unrelated note, if you haven't seen the movie "August Rush" yet, you're definitely missing out. Amazing movie.

On another unrelated note, I've been having questions left unanswered looming over my head... I think I want them answered, but I'm scared.

One more unrelated note, I almost got into a fight with some asshole that called me a bitch and told me to sit down at Juke's last night, during a show. Not cool. My friend Rob got into a fight with another guy instead, since the guy picked a fight by headbutting him. Who does that? You only see that in Van Damme movies, not in real life.