Driving Miss Crazy

Miss Crazy being myself. So, needless to say I am in actuality driving other drivers crazy with my inability to correctly accellerate with my five-speed vehicle. I really do hope that 'practice makes perfect' because I will be practicing every day for the rest of my life until this vehicle dies. May Jesus spare you all.

In other news, now that I am a vehicle owner I know the true pain of gas prices: $50 to fill my tank, and I have a '95 sunfire, a little piddly thing that under normal non-Iraq War circumstances would probably take $20 to fill. At most. $50 is a lot of money, it's like 333.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333 packages of ramen noodles, which equals a year's supply of meals for my college-budget self. Such bullcrap, they raise tuition in order to encourage kids to join the army, hence the reason they offer so much money for 'college' aka training courses that will never transfer or be useful in anything, so you might as well get knocked up and have fifty kids and work full time and take advantage of the system. Dam, I mean, seriously. Beaver Dam.

Anyways, whatever. One day I'll be dead and none of this will matter.

Oh, and I'm moving to Sonoma County California in July. Or I'm leaving in July and taking a roadtrip out there. It will most likely be yay fun considering my ability to handle my car. I found a tent at Aldi for $20 (you know, the non-war price to fill my gas tank) and am planning on sleeping on the sides of the road and also maybe KOAs if I have the money. Mostly just wooded areas on the side of the road. I hope I don't get kidnapped and murdered before I reach Cali...But it's a possibility I've factored into my thought process. I miss Jamie!