I like to drive late at night. I mean, who doesn’t? I do it all the time. Sometimes it’s nice to take random turns and roads you have never heard of. I try and place the idea of getting lost somewhere in the back of my head, but maybe that’s exactly what I want to do. Last night’s drive consisted of screaming harmonies, that had zero harmonic relevance, to People Talk by Neon Trees. The kicker? I hate Neon Trees. Well… hate is a strong word, I suppose. Getting caught in traffic and singing super loud is probably one of my favorite things to do. The windows are usually down and I often draw some negative attention from unsuspecting bystanders, but hey… the highway is for everyone, right? Right! Driving around yesterday on the way home from work was nice. I drive fast. Speed racer couldn’t mess, I don’t think. Sure… my car may sound like more of an airplane than a car, but there’s an Autozone for that. Self-talk was in full effect yesterday. If anyone knew better, they’d say I was milking some bluetooth. No… I was actually just talking about how I can manage my life and emotions… to myself. Come on. Don’t even kid me. You’ve all done it. Who doesn’t take a late night drive and scream/ talk to themselves? It’s commonplace. That’s like saying Annie was an orphan and then got adopted. It HAPPENED. On a side note, I had a friend from college come with me to hangout with all my best friends! It was great! I missed them all so much and I was cheesin’ hardcore every second of the night. Sometimes I get a little upset at school because they are so hard to compete with. I’m never going to find people like these again as long as I live. These weddings are going to be interesting when we get older too- considering one of the dares (we played truth or dare, don’t curr) was to put your sack into a glass of milk amongst other things. Godspeed to maturity, I say. Leggo. 

Off to Boston for the day to pick up a friend from study abroad. I am so excited. I made a wildly inappropriate sign and have no shame when it comes to flaunting it in the airport. Let’s see what happens, shall we? I encourage all of you to purge your emotions in your car screaming neon trees in bumper to bumper traffic this week, and if you’re feeling really boy meets world about it… put your danglies in a glass of milk. Godspeed.  

Oh and when I said off to Boston for the day, I totally meant I’m sitting around in CT until later. It’s monsooning. Cool.