So, my incredible journey is now through. Before my journey I thought it would be appropriate that I would watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. And believe me that didn't help me out. So I'm planning up for this big trip and everything... the plan includes 2 parts: First, I take a nap so that I will be well rested for the trip; and second, I drive to Vegas. Now the trip up there went without any problems. I met with my friend Zach and hung out with him and some of his friends. Went swimming, etc. Unfortunately, Zach had to go to work at 6:30 on Tuesday, so I figured I might as well drive through the desert at night instead of wake up in the morning and then go. So I hung out with him until about 11:30 and then I left his house on my treck to Provo. Bear in mind that I was well stocked for the journey, I had an ice-chest with a 6-pack of 20 oz. Vanilla Cokes. I drove up to strip and figured... heck, I haven't gambled since I've turned 21, I might as well spend a couple $$$. One of Zach's, friends, parents bought me dinner one night so I figured I would use the money from that. It was like 12:00 when I rolled into the MGM Grand Casino. I didn't feel much like talking to anyone so I was just going to play the slots... I tried a couple $.05 slots, but they weren't that fun. Some nice, old lady offered me something to drink... but I declined. I then figured I was much to classy for the $.05 slots, and that I would try the $.25 ones. I thought that was a little better... Unfortunately I left, with Vegas having raped me for $6, and still utterly confused as to was the fuss about slot machines is. So I leave and I begin the trip up. It's about 4 - 5 hours to Provo from Vegas. I finished 50 oz. of vanilla coke in about 2 hours and only had about 40 oz. left. And eventually vanilla coke just starts to taste really nasty... so I would follow all my drinking with these strong cinnamon mints. Unfortunately I had to pee a lot during the trip. One particular stop strikes my attention. I stopped for gas in St. George and went inside to go to the bathroom. The dude working grave-yard is this 20 year-or-so-old dude who is obviosly gay. So I'm talking to him for a little while... At this point all of the caffine that I had been drinking was about to climax on me... so I'm a little wired. I'm talking to this dude about which energy drink I should buy... he's kinda flirting with me, and I'm really tired so I think it's kinda funny. He talks me into buying this drink called "Rock Star," its a 16 oz. energy drink instead of "Red Bull" which is only 8 oz., for the same price. So I start drinking that thing. Unfortunately that hits my body about the same time all the Coke that I've been chugging hits me, so I'm wide awake, ADHD, and going 80 MPH on a deserted high way. And that would have been fine except for the untimely "low" that happens to you after you drink a lot of caffine... I thought I was hellucinating for a second (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas style). Luckily I got over the "low," and was just, plain, ridiculously tired for the next couple hours... every once in a while I would get out and run around the car... blasting the crappy radio stations that they have in the middle of no-where.

And that brings me to my current state... after a 3 hours nap, I'm as good as new... a little more that 7 hours of sleep in the last 48+ hours... unshower for days... and the waterheater here in my new apartment chose this morning to stop functioning... so no water for me today. But I'm alive... I talked to a gay man... and I hellucinated large bats swooping around my car as I drove through the Mojave Desert.