Through Hell and back...

I hate shopping.

I loathe shopping.

Especially around this time of year. But for some reason, the the thought of a Christmas gift for one of the parental units was enough for my siblings and myself to bestow upon me the cup of completing the task of gift acquisition.

As I stood in line for much longer than I cared and was annoyed by cell phones, the two high schoolers who were buying a 360, (they were so lazy one procured a shopping cart to set it in, and promptly abandoned it after checkout in the Electronics section, only to leave me and the cashier shaking our heads at them) and everyone else, I noticed several things.

A) I still hate shopping, especially around people.
B) I'm stupid for going out in the crowds.
C) I saw many people from church, and guess how many were male... that's right, zero.

Oh well, at least I did not wake up early for it. And now, with such a feeling of accomplishment, I don't feel like I need to do one more productive thing today.

Frustrating... yet relieved.

I had this theory about a storyline in a t.v. show.
I forgot to share it with others.
I found out I'm right.

Here's to the magical picture box that so easily entertains me.

Serenity...Now.

Wow. Its been a crazy past two weeks. First the F3 tornado and all the running around as a result, then the Fall Shabang and all the running around for that. A little over a month ago, I had planned a little getaway for this weekend. Little did I know then that it was impeccable timing.
I am currently sitting in a coffeehouse on historic Main Street in a city, two states away.
Its been a good trip, once again, I've been able to hang out with a friend who has moved on from Northern Indiana. Other than that, I haven't done a whole lot.

So where exactly am I? Well I'm in a pretty historical city. It's neighboring city currently has this going on. This is the place where This city was the original capital of the Show Me State.

Anyways, it is good to get away. But have no fear, all will return to normal Monday morning.

As for now, I want pay may respects in a picture tribute to a fine establishment currently missing from Naptown.

Here's to you, Kentaco Bell.