Every day, I get on the computer I get on FB, check my e-mail, and then I come on here and read blogs. It's part of my daily ritual now. I don't post everyday, because I only post really when I have an issue with the boy. And usually I find a blog of someone who's had a similar problem and then I just use that advice. It's kinda like looking in the mirror almost, finding a problem that someone else has that you also have and then solving their problem because your problem is too close to home. If that makes sense.

Anyway. Its 6 am here in Hotlanta, which is not hot at all, but certainly warmer than icy frinckin Germany. My flight wasn't too bad, though really bumpy with all turbulence. They actually had decent food too. I usually don't go to bed the night before so I can sleep on the plane and I actually feel asleep almost as soon I as got settled in my seat! I slept through take off! Who does that??? But I crashed at 8 pm last night and now I'm awake way to damn early this morning!

My dad and my brother picked me up from the airport and we went to go see my mom at her work. My own mother didn't even recognize me at first! She looked at me and then like 20 seconds later recognition finally lit her face. She claims that she didn't remember my hair being this blonde or that I was this tall. I was wearing 3in stiletto boots, but really? The woman talks to me on Skype for at least 2 hours every Sunday. Her boss even let her go home early with us! She works at the Pharmacy at Walmart. She hates her job.

I got home and attempted to get online, but I couldn't get the wifi signal from some reason on my laptop. My dad was trying to help me out and then I accidently clicked the wrong button and the recent documents popped up and lo and behold, my homemade porno for Seth is right there and the icon is a freeze frame of my naked body. OMG!!!! Abort! Abort! Abort! I don't know if my dad saw anything, he didn't comment but OMG!!!! I was horrified!

My parents got me a little prepaid cell so I have a phone while I'm here. I've been texting the boy and for some odd reason that I can't quite understand, he has not told me he loves me in a day and half. Even though we've had like three conversations and each one I end with Love you. I'm not looking too much into this, but I really miss the lovey butterflies I get when I hear him say those words!

Oh an I got my hair cut, finalized plans for this weekend with the fam and friends and I will be on my way to see the boy again on Wednesday!!! And that is my trip thus far.