June 2 2007
Dear Joe,
THE IMPOSSIBLE HAD HAPPENED! You wrote me! I can't believe it! You actually wrote me, you, the kid who failed English with flying colors, took the time to sit down and write me a letter.
I. Am. Touched.
Not much has happened, yet. Mom and I stayed in a generic Holiday Inn last night, and the only exciting thing that happened there was I watched CSI reruns and got lost on my way to find the ice machine.
Wow, fun. Our first REAL destination is Philadelphia Pennsylvania. Which, in my book is the birthplace of our country.
I will be Betsy Ross's house, stand on cobble stone streets, and see the liberty bell. Even if this trip sucks, I will pass history for sure next year! Of course I always pass history with a smile, it's just so easy.
We just got Wendy's, and I got a vanilla frosty. Remember when we used to get them ALL the time? God, we still do…And burger king slushies at three in the morning…and Mc Donald's Blizzards…
And, about you feeling bad about writing about all the fun normal stuff you and the gang are doing?
Don't.
If anybody should
feel bad it would be me, I'm on a cross country road trip, you're
stuck at home.
(Excuse me while I take this moment to laugh
evilly.)
My mom has forced me to listen to classic rock the whole time. Don't get me wrong, I have a huge appreciation for Def Leopard and ACDC.
But that's where my 'classic rock' tolerance ends.
Do you know how much I wish I could listen to country right now?
Even pop…
What I wouldn't give for Rascal Flats…
Anyways, there isn't much else to tell. I'm riding jack shot, with my feet on the dash, and mom is focusing on driving.
Your bored out of her mind friend,
Iola Natalie Morton.\