Here in my car

I spent the week planning an elaborate road trip. It was cancelled due to the economy or something like that. I’m disappointed I won’t see the town or visit with my friends. Mostly, though, I’m disappointed I don’t have an excuse to take a long car ride. If sleeping is my favorite activity, driving is a close second. Being in a car is just the best place in the world. And when I’m in control of where I’m going, and I can pick the music instead of having to listen to Pope John Paul’s books on tape while my parents not so covertly try to brainwash me, being in a car is ultimate happiness. I crank up my music and scream out the lyrics. I also like to practice making funny noises. No one can hear me; it’s the perfect place. And the best time to drive is in the middle of the night when only creepy looking truckers are out and everything is dark. I feel all alone and can imagine a post-apocalyptic world where I reign supreme with my car driving abilities… Also I get to wear the glow stick bracelets I keep in my glove box to make the night more rave-y. I just wish instead of graduating college or starting a real life, I could be paid to drive around in my car without any worries. That would be beneficial to the world… I think.