A/N: Moved the motel-oneshot here. (Used to be in the middle of Chapter 3, but I decided that was too confusing.) It's also been expanded slightly.

I never thought I'd end up living in one of those rural country towns.

Boy, was I wrong. Oh well. At least it's got pineapples.

My life will never be completely hopeless so long as there's a pineapple to cheer me up.

The motel's awful, though. If you can even call it a motel. More like an old worn-down farmhouse that's been around for a couple centuries. And was abandoned for most of that time. ...And lived through several tornadoes, at least three fires, eight floods, five earthquakes, a hurricane, and two volcanic eruptions.

Okay, I exaggerate. Only one volcanic eruption.

Gotta find work soon 'cause I'm low on money. Hey, do you think they have any pineapple farms around here? Maybe they'd take on an intern! Dude, that would be awesome.

Sent postcards to Dad and Gus today. They're probably still mad at me though... Yea, definitely still mad at me. Guess I'd better wait a few months before I try asking for any favors.

Don't even want to think about Jules.

It's storming like crazy outside. I can barely hear myself for the rain. Makes it kind of gloomy in here. Sort of fits...

Okay, this journaling-thing is getting way too depressing. I mean, come on, isn't writing suppose to cheer you up, not get you depressed?

Maybe all those crazy writer people are all liars part of a secret government conspiracy to get people to start journaling so that they can steal everyone's journals and-

You know, tangents aren't quite so much fun without Gus to annoy.

Or Dad. Or Jules. Heck, I'd even settle for Lassie right now.

DUDE! Did you know this place has got an entire collection of 80s movies and a slightly-smaller-version of a big-screen TV? Pff, who needs pineapple? I'm off to watch some movies!