I'm baaack!

We got to a hotel, finally. I think we have like eight more hours before we get there. It's honestly more of a motel than a hotel, complete with ugly wallpaper/questionable showers. But there's electricity, wifi, and we have a serious french fry feast with loads of ketchup. My mom made me go through the drivethrough for her, even though I don't have my license (I'm old enough, my dad just is was paranoid) while she hid in the backseat under my blanket. Psycho. Now she's checked all the locks and closing blinds and stuff, and while she indulges in her schizo urges to her heart's content, I can properly introduce myself. My name's Linda Beth, which is either a 100% redneck white trash name or one that makes me sound like the seventh kid in the Brady family, depending on which way you look at it. I'm seventee, my favorite movie is the Corpse Bride, my favorite band is (duh) My Chemical Romance, and I've been on of those "weird goth kids" my entire middle-and-high-school career. Now I'mma search for an icon that does justice to my fab self, so talk to you all later--
Oh god my mom is trying to pile chairs against the door FML.