I am SUCH a city girl.

I've been in West Virginia since Saturday. I left on Friday, took a red-eye flight at 11:45 pm to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and didn't get very much sleep at all. I dozed off probably twice on Raechelle's shoulder, but couldn't sleep otherwise.

We got to the airport at 5:30 am, and went to Starbucks, which was past security (whoops...) had some coffee and food, and went back through the security, which was not nearly as bad as the security in Seattle. The lady who took my water bottle said, "Water bottles aren't allowed through, unless you want to go back and drink it over there." Meow. Wisconsin people are nice, though. It might have been because I didn't have a water bottle, but they seemed a lot nicer than the people in Seattle. What's weird is that I was never treated like that BEFORE when I was a child. I never liked security, though. All those bright lights and taking off sweatshirts and taking everything out of your pockets feels like you're being interrogated.

The plane ride was interesting. It was a tiny jet, with two people on each side of the aisle, and my dad was next to another big dude, and they both looked pitiful squished into those tiny seats. Raechelle and I were fine, but we're both under 5'9". Me being unable to sleep, caught a lightning storm and the sunrise, so it wasn't a total loss.

But then, of course, the next plane was even smaller. There were two seats on one side and one seat on the other. My dad was cramped into an even smaller chair, and it was comical to see him try to fit in between the armrests.

Then we got to Pittsburgh, which wasn't too bad, except for the air, which was almost hard to breathe. My dad and I slept in the backseat, but I barely got any sleep. I just kept dozing in and out until we got home, and I slept in an "actual" bed for four hours. I was exhausted. The reason why actual is in quotation marks is because it's a pullout bed, it's stiff, and it makes this clicking sound whenever I roll over or switch positions, which is bad for me because I squirm when I sleep like there's no tomorrow until I find a comfortable spot, which is hard with this "bed" because it's stiff and uncomfortable. Hopefully tomorrow, I'll get to stay in the camper, which, as a downside, doesn't have air conditioning, but on the good side, the bed is much more comfortable. I get a fan, though, so it's not all bad.

Anyway, there are deer, bats, frogs, and lightning bugs. There over on the West coast, them's fireflies. Here on the East coast, them's some good ol' ligh'nin' bugs. I learned how to catch lightning bugs, and now sometimes I go out at night (while it's still light out so that you can see them when they aren't glowing) and catch them in an empty water bottle, and then let them go after I've had my fun. There were a lot of bugs out tonight in the hot weather, so the bats had a complete and total feast. There were three. There was a frog that was two feet from my face that was just sitting on a stepping-stone, and it hopped away after a while to get some crickets that were under a rock. I just love nature, until it starts feeding on me. Then I get away as fast as possible.

Yesterday, being the 4th, we had a fireworks show, featuring Uncle Shane, lighting them up with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I was amazed that he still had all of his limbs. I must say that our fireworks were much better than the neighbors, who must have found a sale on the fountain-y ones, because that's all that they used. We, on the other hand, had quite the assortment of all different kinds of fireworks, with explode-y ones and whistlers and twisties and silent ones. It was very interesting.

I have some new cousins that I met. There's Chance, Quinn, Jackson (Jack! JACK!), Katie (This is the blonde one, who was nicknamed Hollywood), Katie, Braden (the cutest), and one other boy. Katie was fun when she was over two days ago, but it was a little annoying when everyone assumed that I would want to go with the other kids and play. They assumed that I would want to run around and play with balloons and sparklers and glow sticks, but no, I just wanted to watch the fireworks. That's it. When I said that I didn't want a sparkler, people were surprised and asked if I was afraid, or if it was my first time holding one, but I didn't want one. I JUST didn't want one. Jeez. There was another girl my age, Haley (So now there's Haley, Kayleigh, Katie, and Katie) who was very competitive and athletic. At one point, she asked out of nowhere if I wanted to arm wrestle, she was surprised that I didn't play any sports, and that I didn't want to be in a race. No. I'm on vacation. And then when I said no, she continued to beg me. She was very pushy, and I didn't like her. I am definitely not going to find her on Facebook. If she finds me, then I guess I'm SOL. I guess I should stop linking to my blog...

On that note, I should go. Goodbye!