The guy in the room next to mine was smoking pot last night. No doubt about it. I was wondering where that smell was coming from. At first I thought the windows becauses the windows in this hotel are weird and don't really close, so it's always kind of loud. But then I passed by the adjourning doors, and the smell really hit me and I knew.

I was thinking, "Hmm, what a nice way for me to fall asleep." And I think the guy had the TV on all night long or had a girl come in at some point. I was in and out of sleeping, for whatever reasons. I was so tired, and assed out around 10 P.M. but it would be much later for me in NY. That might explain why I kept waking up at funny hours. I'm still working with the jet lag.

The Turd is supposed to come pick me up to go hiking, umm, over an HOUR ago, but I figure he's still sleeping because he's been having crummy sleep for the past few days, and I don't want to disturb him. We can always go hiking another day. I'm thinking of using his tardiness to my advantage and crashing again. But instead I'm talking to this guy and sort of breaking up with him. He's older and so serious and planned our freaking marriage before we even went on more than ten dates! It's creepy, so as soon as I felt those feelings of doubt come in, I had to ride with it, and I broke it off. Not too sure if we can remain friends, but how many exes remain friends, right? It sucks, but that's how life goes. Nonetheless, it was still an experience to learn from, so I won't really let it get me down. This is life, and it's a shit hole sometimes. Like, a giant septic tank exploding over my head...ok, maybe not that drastic, but you get the idea.

Anyway, I'm in Hawaii now and I'm having a great time. The weather is loads better than what I was dealing with. It's super hot and sunny during the day, but breezy and pleasant at night. Perfect. We haven't really done much other than hit a billion malls, Mike did massive shopping, I had fun dressing the pretty boy up in all these shirts and sweaters. I went to work with him, but just sat around using his laptop to write a random short story.

Oh, but Mike and I did walk into the hotel room next door to us. At one point, he was completely inside and I locked the door, but I quickly let him back into my room when he swore he heard keys. All I heard was: "Tiff let me in. Tiff let me in. Tiff, LET ME IN!"

And Mike has been letting me drive his car. I don't think my style is much different than his, just a tad more aggressive. I did almost miss the Kinau exit off the freeway, but I made it by speeding ahead and cutting off the guy behind us. Mike said he was on the verge of dying, but come on now, what's the big deal? Like I said, I made the exit. Jeesh. Some people. Not too sure what else we have planned for the remainder of the trip, but I just like getting away for a bit.

Btw, I hate flying. I really thought I was going to vomit myself on the plane ride. Four hours for the first flight, eight hours for the next one. And the eight hour one had a bumpy landing, so for those twenty minutes, I was breathing heavily and sweating like a beast, praying we would land soon, or calculating how fast I could make it to the bathroom to spew my guts out. It would be hard since I was in the middle seat between two other ladies.

When I come home I plan to post a new story, completed, just not edited entirely. Nothing amazing, but the banner Steve made is pretty damn awesome. So if the story is total crap, at least look at the mad cool banner he made. Kudos to him.

I'm hungry. I'll either walk somewhere to get food or finally wake up Mike. My phone battery is dying, and I left my charger at home. I really wish I remembered how to walk to his house...