CALL ME PLEASE GOD! READ THIS PLEADING!

I am in Iola, Kansas.
I have no idea why I am in Iola, Kansas.
I do not know anyone in Iola, Kansas.
I went to a wedding today in Iola, Kansas.
Ok, I realize I may be contridicting myself, but it is true. I went to a wedding of some relative that has never seen me before and vice versa. It was amazingly boring.
I met my second cousin once removed today. He is, wow. Completly just, wow. He's thirteen and it's legal to marry him since we're not close enough relative wise (I'm totally kidding, I don't think we'd get along well except for the fact niether of us wants to be in Iola, Kansas.)
The only good thing about being in Iola, Kansas is the heat. It is a beautiful 95* and sunny whereas back home it is 60* and raining (or so I've heard).
Tomorrow I go down to Lake of the Ozarks (sp?) and hopefully I will be able to openly listen to rap again (it apprently is not looked upon kindly in rural Kansas) and I might not get, well, no nevermind, that is most definatly a lost thought (hope).
I am watching Bravo, which is nice. I am in a hotel lobby. Yeah. Now I have to give my second cousin a turn, so I must go (have I mentioned the hotel lobbies computer is the only thing in town that isn't a cash register?). Anyway, I've go to leave you, o' faithful readers of mine. I promise to write a lot this summer (meaning five times a month, I SWEAR). Yeah, oh God, now the lady at the desk is talking to her boyfriend. Good God. Going now. Goodbye.