I'd rather go to HELL than Indiana.

So I'm officially back from vacation. It was very fun, as my relatives are very fun-loving people, but 10 hours in a moving vehicle with my mom, dad, and brother made me want to leap out of the car onto the highway and lift my shirt until I could find a suitable ride home.
The way down to Ohio(cincinatti) wasn't too bad... I just slept most of the way and got truckers to honk by making seductive gestures. Visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins in Cincinatti was awesome. They had some things to say about my nose piercing. My uncle said something about being able to hear the wind whistle through my nose(?)lol. But our stay was incredibly fun nonetheless.
Indiana, however, was another story. We went to visit some more relatives there. The town we visited was like a time warp, a black hole. The whole state is freaking depressing. It just makes you feel so drained. I cannot grasp the concept as to how someone could possibly inhabit that area, at ALL. I wanted to scream as we entered the state, as each cornfield was more beautiful than the last. By the way, Indiana is an hour behind our Pennsylvania time. Go there, and you will figure out WHY.
From there, on the way home, we stopped at my aunt's in Pittsburgh. She too, had a few things to say about my nose, but it was mostly "what happens when you get a cold?" She had done some research on our family history and apparently my English ancestors came to America in 1668. I'm surprised that they came to america that early...such a difference from the "off the boat, non-american" grandparents and uncles on my mother's side. And it is possible that a relative fought in the american revolution. My cousin and I now want to go to the Daughters of the American Revolution meetings. How very cool.
But yes, 10 hours is way too long to be confined in a car with my immediate family. I wanted to kill myself. I think I'm adopted...no really. My dad and mom are freakin' crazy and annoying, and so is my brother. I'm an exact replica of my mom at 18, but seriously, that could just be a coincidence, right? I hope I'm not that annoying...I really couldn't care less about the crazy part. But on an up-side, I played the liscence plate game and on the way to and from, and I managed to get 40 of the 50 states. I also managed to get "undressed with the eyes" by two very attractive gentlemen at an Arby's. However, there were no "crazy" hookups. Except of course, the one with the hot, lonely, hairy, married trucker that took place at a rest station bathroom. He was from Arkansas. Sure there were the "few" hookups on previous vacations from west va, va, wyoming, canada, arizona, tennessee, north and south carolina, pa, utah, kentucy, washington, alabama, georgia, kansas, louisiana, mississippi, but never from arkansas. It was a good time...but I'm not going into too much detail, because what happens on the road, stays on the road.