Silent to Scary…
So this morning I woke up and apparently was very talkative and slightly annoying (even though I sang “Good Morning Beautiful” to my roomates when we all woke up, which I thought was very thoughtful). Needless to say someone made a crack about how impossible it would be for me to not even talk for a few hours. Me, being the stubborn woman I am, took this as a dare. After slipping once and saying “yeah” when asked if I was done with the straightener, I then proceeded to not say another word for three whole hours! We walked around Michigan Avenue and saw thousands of stores, one of which someone complimented my Issabella Fiore (Thank you Yvette) and I didn’t even respond… thats determination my friends!
Once the clock hit noon I screamed in the middle of H&M and I’ve been talking ever since. After leaving Chicago and having to say bye to Steve, the nicest bell hop ever, we then spent about 5 hours on the bus heading towards Cleveland.
Once in Cleveland we checked into a hotel that even though it is a great deal larger than the previous, we are pretty convinced it’s haunted. Our rooms are on the 13th floor… which should not exsist. To top it off, me and Olivia went searching for a vending machine and were… well freaked out. The sign that tells the room numbers said Vending and Ice Machine with an arrow pointing right. But when we followed that arrow it led to a dead ended hallway…. Creepy right?
I’ve already decided if I see a ghost I would perfer it be Heath Ledger… or Bernie Mac… who we have determined is actually dead… Who knew?
