Woke up, went food shopping. came home, got ready, Rachel came over, went to the gas station got gas then drove all the way up to Roseville for her ortho appointment. It only took like 20 minutes. Then we left, ended up taking the wrong like exit on the freeway and were heading towards San Francisco. Drove all the way to some city called Vacaville, Rachels phone was dead so we had no gps at all. I got off on an exit and went to a Chevron/McDonalds place.Asked the chevron guy how to get back to Manteca and he was like “ive never heard of that, so I was like what about Stockton? and he was like nope never heard of it. So we went and sat in the McDonalds, tweeted asking for someone to send us directions on how to get home and the only person that replied to us was Cyle. He called us telling us how to get home, we ended up just driving all the way back to Sacramento and hanging out at his house for a couple hours. On the way there a fucking Cricket thing flew in the my window on the freeway, i like slapped it off me and started screaming then I lost it.Got to his house, Did some accents, made a video, took a picture with his cat, went to Rite Aid, watched Bruno, then we got directions on how to go home. I made rachel drive on the way back and when we got in the car there the cricket was, little bitch. threw it out and stepped on it and started driving home. Went the right way and finally got home. Got stuff from my house and went to rachels, ate a sandwich, well a half of one. watched tv and fell asleep.