Guilty.

So Im back in Provo! Yesterday I drove up with Erika Vasquez. It was pretty fun. She slept a lot and I just listened to music quietly but it went surprisingly really fast. It goes faster when you're driving...at least thats what I experienced. So yeah. It was great. But the thing I really wanted blog about is my near out of gas experience. It was probably one of the freakiest things I have ever experienced. I figured that it was safe to fill up at a quarter tank and no lower so whenever I drive, I fill up my tank when it gets to a quarter tank, so thats what I did the first round of gas in Las Vegas. I called my mom just to say hi and tell her that we were in Vegas and the drive is going fine. I was going off about how we got all the way to Vegas and I still had at quarter tank of gas but I was filling it up right then and she got a little upset/frustrated and was telling me how I should always keep it over half full just to be safe. I thought that was ridiculous because I think that a quarter tank is safe enough. Little did I know that when I got back to a quarter tank, within like 1 or 2 hours till Provo, there was not a gas station in sight. I hadn't seen one since I was at like a half tank (moms know everything). So Im driving, driving and nothing. There isn't a gas station in sight and we are in the middle of NOWHERE! I wasn't worried until like an hour later and there still wasn't a gas station. The gas meter thing is getting pretty close to E and I was slightly freaking out. Kept driving, and nothing, so I looked up where the closest gas station was on my GPS and it said 13.6 miles. That is when I really started freaking out because at that point, I was basically on E. This is when I started praying hard haha. Erika probably thinks I'm so irresponsible now but Im not! I promise. So we get down to a couple miles away from the gas station and I am on the verge of a heart attack no joke. I had a good feeling that we would make it but I was still unsure. So we come around the side of the mountain and off in the distance we can see the gas station! Hallelujah. A minute after we saw the gas station the car kinda started bumping but I thought it might be a bad road or something, but Spencer told me that that meant the car was sputtering, and out of gas haha. Miracles ladies and gentlemen. We were still on the freeway at that point and somehow (miracle) the car stopped doing that the last mile and we safely made it to the gas station. As a side note...Saturday I got a 5 hour energy thing for myself just incase I got tired. So when we pulled up I was completely drained. It was insane. So I drank my 5 hour energy. We got back on the freeway to finish the last 40 minutes till Provo when all of a sudden the song Jesus Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood came on. Can you say ironic?! Holy cow. The best line of that song is 'fifty miles to go and she was runnin low, on faith and gasoline....Jesus take the wheel'. Umm yeah, this is when Erika and I came to the conclusion that I am an awful person because I just prayed my little heart out that we would make it to the gas station and we did, and then I drank a caffeinated drink (breaking the word of wisdom...on a sunday). Basically yeah. Guilty.

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