Eight Hours and I Miss You.

"All parts of the human body get tired eventually- execpt the tounge." -Konrad Adenauer


Eight hours... It's a good thing that music is pretty much my oxygen, otherwise I would I probably would have died in the car today.
Usually dad or Pat will drive us younger folk to camp, but this year my mother has decided to take on the challenge. As it turns out, that wasn't one of the best idea's in the world. She almost killed us! First- there was the looking at texts from "What's His Face," while driving. Then there was the, almost falling asleep at the wheel. And to top it all off... My mother and I just don't see eye to eye at most times.
I guess that this car experience is better than the other ones that I've had with mom... Last time we took a really long car ride together I ended up almost dying of a asthma attack, and because I deleted a photo on my camera, I got it taken away for well... I still haven't gotten it back. Actually, I think my dad broke it. Anywho...

Going to camp tomorrow. At a hotel at the moment. Very modern. I'm tired. Frusterated. And I miss you.

More later.