Okay, so I don't know about anyone else out there, but it seems to me that whenever my family plans to go on a trip, we inevitably end up heading out at least an hour late. I am currently sitting here about three hours after our ideal departure time, and am frankly not surprised. Fact of the matter is, I expect to wait another hour before we actually leave. I'm sure there's some deep thing going on here, like relativity or some such garbage. The only problem with all of this is that if ever I actually start to do anything, knowing that we will be a while longer in leaving, it frustrates my mother to no end and makes the long car ride less enjoyable when I can feel the eyes in the back of her head (like in that one Dick Van Dyke episode, anyone with me? Absorbatron? Twilo Zone? Walnuts? Anything?) boring into me all the way. Excuse me while I burst into song.
"On the road agaaaaaiiiin. I can't wait to get on the roooaaaad agaaaaiiiiin!"
Things you should know about the diseased maniac in charge of this place before you say anything.
- Seth
- Spreading Plains, Ettinsmoor
- I was born in North Dakota but moved to Nigeria when I was two. Lived there until I was 13, then was uprooted to move to the hostile land(US). Since then I have been forced to live in the land where everyone is white(at least where I was; it's a bit better now that I'm at SAU) and has an attitude. Freaky! Currently 20 and still cautious of these crazy Americans. I mean seriously! You take electricity away from these guys for like 5 minutes, and they think the apocalypse has come(I don't really know what that means, but it sounded good). So, that's me in a nutshell, and it's crammed in here. Oh well, at least I have a good book.
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