Ohio is for Bummers

Happy Thanksgiving all. I like stuffing.

And by stuffing, I don't mean an attempted (but miserably failed) try at a humorous double meaning of a word, i.e. "stuffing my face with turkey". In fact, I didn't really eat that much this Thanksgiving. But I still like stuffing.

So, here in Ohio, quickly rising my list of states that I'd prefer if they did not exist (I'm not sure if it can ever unseat Indiana from the top spot, however), I am bored. Yes, I fully understand that every teenager says they're bored all the time. But I believe that I've reached a new high in boredom. I don't really connect with my relatives at all, and I'm feeling somewhat lonely and disconnected out here (if Evan wasn't with me out here, I'd go crazy). If you read this and care to, feel free to drop me an email. You'd find a place on my list of favorite people in the world, somewhere by Robert Sledge and that guy named Steve that's vaguely related to me. He was one cool guy. Although, if you get my hopes up and drop them by sending me a chain e-mail, you'll likely find yourself at the bottom of the list, somewhere around JC Fish and that one guy who gave me the finger for no reason in Indiana (Believe me, I hate those piece-o-craps).

I listened to Something Corporate a lot on the way here. As I passed through Rockford. (21 points to whoever recognizes that easy lyric. -34 to whoever tries to take credit for knowing them after a googling) I had this pretty cool feeling of weird euphoria, or something. I'm not sure, but I kind of was in this unbelievable state of happiness for maybe 5 minutes. But then it died. And here I am now.

What's that sound I hear faintly in the distance? It must be coherence's last dying breath. Sorry, everyone, I guess I killed it with this post.