So I’m sitting in the car, listening to my iPod while my mom asks my dad trivia questions. It’s day one of the trip to the middle of nowhere, otherwise known as the Suwannee River. It’s going to be a long few days. I don’t have much battery power at the moment because I forgot to charge my laptop last night, but that’s ok. It’s 11:11. Shit. I missed it. On the plus side, I got fireworks and my dad said that I can light them. :]. I can also ride my bike with no handlebars. As much as I love that song, it’s become over played; I hate that. It’s playing on my iPod right now. It’s a wicked good song, and it never fails to make me smile, especially when I think about the night that I was at the bowling alley and it started playing and the guy that worked there. He started dancing too it. It still makes me giggle a little thinking about it.
I have 20 minutes left on my battery. This kind of sucks, but still, everybody’s gonna love today, love today, love today. :]. Now I have 16 minutes. I was fixing something in iCal. I love my MACBOOK. [That’s for loserfaces that don’t like Macs, and then use mine. You two know who you are.] Move to the left, to the left, mmmmmm. I find it very funny how I just keep typing song lyrics. I highly doubt this will be the only time I write today, I’ll most likely write tonight before I go to bed. For this trip, I have a feeling that writing=sanity. Don’t get me wrong, I like insanity as much as the next person [well, the people that I hang out with], but there’s a good insanity and multiple bad forms insanity; the one I’m trying to prevent is a bad insanity. I’ll find someway to survive. I don’t think it’s going to be as bad as I thought, but who knows. Cross your fingers. YEAHH!!! [Another song]. I decided to chill. Opps, 12 minutes left. I’m also hungry….but I gotta keep it real now. I want to ride my bicycleeeeeeeeeee. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. I just kept hitting the L and the A. Boredom is inevitable. Yippie. I am now running on reserve power. I need to stop typing. Stop. Now. I mean it. Ok, I’m done. Honestly.