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The Travels Of Taiger

(I will now document my vacation to Utah.)

Travel Log
March 23, 2007
6:30 a.m, Oregon

And so the journey begins, at 6:30 a.m no less.

Travel Log
7:00 a.m

I have decided to record my account in "Austenese". I write this for my own amusement. I may sometimes address Cuileann or someone else. But let it be known, I speak to the whole world in general. Mother has passed out our snack rations.

Travel Log
7:14 a.m

I will now put my mp3 player in my ears. I will frequently tell you what song is playing. The song is now "Think of Me" you know the movie. Cuileann, did you send me San Fransisco fog for a going away present? How thoughtful . ;) The road is clear, but there is a nice mist about, ooo, a nice sunrise in front of us. The song was just "Ave Maria" Celtic Woman. Now it's "Walking in the Air" same artist. So far, the journey is pleasant. There is a beautiful picture in front of us. The sun is above the horizon, and it's shining against the fog wisps. The tree of an angelic look. the song was just "Lullaby" Josh Groban. Ha! Now it's "Heaven" Hayley Westenra. I say, this journal writing can be fun, when it has a purpose. :)

(I'm going to edit my writing for length and time.)


Travel Log

8:00 a.m
"Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again". My brothers are talking of watching a movie. Something a little amusing, someone meant to grab a Star Wars movie, but grabbed the story of Star Wars, instead. :) Well my brothers have chosen to watch "Secondhand Lions". And the song was "Nella Fantasia" Celtic Woman, and now it is "You Are Love (Don't Give Up)" Josh Groban. One of the best songs in the world, in my opinion. :) "Point of No Return" Mahaha.
"Old people just love surprises" that's a quote from Secondhand Lions.

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