This is a long one....brace yourself

It is exactly 12:00 am (9:00 az time) as I type this. I have been driving for 2 1/2 hours, been in Washington, DC all day, I woke up at 6:30 (3:30 az time) this morning for early morning seminary to see all my friends, and I flew all day yesterday. I am going to pay for it tomorrow but if I go to bed now I will stare at the ceiling wondering why the heck I moved away from my Dr. Pepper, which by the way is the reason I am wide awake.

Anywho, I just finished reading my friend Alex's mom's blog and realized that I really don't write on this thing as much as I thought I would. Since I won't be going to bed for another hour I might as well crank one of these babies out. I might even do one once a day this week so that when I come back at least half of my friends will know most of my stories and my mind won't explode trying to remember everything that happened. 

Yesterday:

So, sunday night I waited till around 11:30 to pack for my trip to Virginia and got to bed around midnight. Im a pro at packing so that was no fret but waking up at 3:00....that was brutal. I wanted to cry when the door opened and I heard my mother's not so happy voice tell me that we needed to leave in 10 minutes. Our flight left at 6 am so I usually need a good hour to arrive and board the plane. Not the case, however, for my mother and brother. They need another hour to sit around and people watch. I find this a little aggravating especially at 5 in the morning when it is a constant struggle to not collapse when I walk. The plane ride wasn't as bad as it usually is. I managed to weasle the window seat away from my brother and I got a nice 2 hour nap. I have never slept so well in my life. I then watched half of John Tucker Must Die. Great stuff.

Now comes the most unpredictable parts of my whole trip....the dreaded Unacompanied Minor trek across the airport. Since I am now 16 (hallelujah), I can fly by myself even though I have been capable of this for about 5 years now. David, on the other hand, is not and I had to go with him. I got a few looks like, "Geez you look a little tall to be 13" so I tried to give everyone a "Kill me now, Im old enough to be alone" reply. If any of you have seen the movie, "Unacompanied Minors," they really take you to a secret basement. It reminds me of where they keep that creepy guy with the difigured face in the Goonies. I was expecting us to be chained to a bed post at anytime. It bewilders me that any parent would let their child into the care of these people.

Today:

I woke up today at 6:30 in the freakin morning. Not cool, especially on spring break. But none the less I did it for my friends. Out here in Virginia they get up for early morning seminary, which is really only 40 min. earlier than when my school starts and after A-hour starts for those few unfortunate souls. I have to admit that it was pretty entertaining. We had to sit alphabetically by the last letter of our last name. I was in between Jennifer Anderson and Mike Dial. That was sweet cuz they are like my buddies out here besides Rachel Wilcox (she was at the end, obviously). Jennifer had to teach the lesson because the seminary teacher hates her so much. That made me laugh because I remember when they hated both of us. So sad that its only her. But at least Im hated by my sunday school teacher :). She made the whole class take turns reading this story that, if I had been paying attention probably would have had some spirtual meaning behind it, but I was more amused with the fact that the characters were Mike and Katie who got married. Jeremy Moore made us read in 1rst person, which required a little more thinking than everyone else. 

My dad picked me up and we immediately made our trek to Washington, DC. Whoa doggy, that was quite the trip. I jamed out with my papa to a little Veronicas, Rhiana, Relient K, +44, etc. If there is one thing my dad knows its music. Especially with 14,00+ songs on itunes. We ended up riding the metro downtown instead of braving the fares and traffic of the city. I told my brother that I was going to push him on the rails like While You Were Sleeping and he said that a) He would just hop back up (no big deal) or b) He would hit the metal fall into a coma and the train would run him over and I would forever feel guilty that I had killed him and nothing in life would make me happy. It is astonishing how complex David is these days. I enjoyed people watching (probably because I wasn't dead and waiting to fly) because these people were CRAZY. One lady had these goggles on that reminded me the Willie Wonka with Johnny Depp. Then this guy had seriously 20 4 yr old kids that he had to get off the train in less than 5 seconds. That my friends is called courage. 

Previous to our little expedition my Father explained to us that we would be going to the mall and to see the mew stuff they did at the American History Museum. Lies, all of them. 1) I didn't realize that the mall he was refering to was the long strip of grass between the Capital building and the Monument. Total misunderstanding because I brought my money and my Charlotte Russe gift card to spend. I was little dissapointed. Also, let me point out that I grew up in freakin Virginia which means that the year we learned state history we also learned about american history. I remember everything in there and I think the only thing different was the star spangeled banner is in a cool exibit. Thats it. Nothing else. 

Tonight: 

After the Smithsonian we all drove another hour to Winchester, VA. This is where my cousin John Potter is currently serving his mission. My aunt Marla is very involved with crafts and actvities and such which I think intrigued my father quite a bit. He enlisted to break the missionary law, go visit John and drop off pretty much every food that has a green wrapper or is green. David enjoyed playing spy because we told him to check out if John had parked on the other side of the building and he was rolling around like a fool. He hid behind a pole and stood in the middle of the field so that everyone outside could see him.....very descrete David. 

So much for St. Patricks day being lucky because he didn't show up. Probably got a prompting not to go to his apartment. Bummer. We ate at cracker barrel which was delicious. I can't remember the last time I had some good southern food. And yes I know there is one in Arizona but it is not the same. Just like eating mexican food here is not the same as in AZ. Yummm. My dad let me drive home. I don't think I realized how long I would be driving because after a few minutes my eyes started to shut unvoluntarily. I managed to get us home in one piece and without falling asleep at the wheel. I asked my dad why he wasn't taking a nap because he looked as tired as I felt. He just started laughing and said "Ya right, like I'd close my eyes for one minute with you driving. LOOK OUT FOR THAT CAR!! ahh! katie your scaring me. Do you want to let me drive yet?" Word of advice father- I am your daughter which means I am stubborn and I will not stop driving especially when you think I can't. 

What the crazy! Its 1:36 and I'm tired so Goodnight :)