522.

it's been a few days since i have written. so Joel and I have been living out of a hotel for 4 days, it's been quite commodious. every night after we've smogged up the bathroom we make our way down to the spot were we always smoke our cigarettes(since this is a SMOKE FREE hotel.) There's about 54 signs located around the hotel informing us smokers about how this hotel has a "Smoke free policy." bullshit. After we get back from doing what we enjoy doing most, no matter what circumstances we shall face, for example, if you smoke you will get cancer...we get back onto the elevator and head up to the good ol' 522. 522's door does not open easily unless you go all Hercules on it and have the reflexes of a black belt martial arts teacher. It's extremely embarrassing. Also, our toilet doesn't flush unless you hold down the flusher for approx. 3 minutes. I'm pretty sure this is the only room with all these problems which is why with mine and Joel's luck we got this room.

Today we wen't to Universal. I went on every roller coaster, I am pretty proud of myself. Question though, why do they always take your picture and then try to sell it to you for 40 bucks? Thats sort of expensive since you look like a complete loser with one eye open, your mouth is open from screaming and your hair gives the illusion that you have an even bigger fro' than in real life. Plus the fact that 8 other random people who look almost as retarded as you do are in the background. I also believe that there is guaranteed to be a blonde bimbo in the background with one of her boobs hanging out of her shirt due to impact of the intense ride.

Tomorrow I leave...bummer. I will probably write again while I sit at the airport tomorrow dreading that fact that I have to go home to the subzero weather and the shitty place i call work.