BORED.

Brian says I can probably get my license next week. Hmm. Maybe I'll take the car, drive out of town, sell the damn thing, donate the money to a worthy charity, and go off and do as I please.

I still hate driving with all my being. And the next person to tell me "You'll start to like it!" will be beaten with a sack of oranges. I haven't started liking it YET and--this is probably Irrational!Leiko talking--I find it offensive that you tell me that I WILL like and what I will NOT like.

I need to get out of here. *headdesk*

Also: I might take a guitar with me. I've got very little idea of how to play, but Dad says I come up with decent improvised music. Really, I just want to take the guitar case with me; it'd be like a bigger suitcase, y'know? The backpack that my water goes in isn't really all that big. I'd like to take a bit of stuff with me: first-aid kit, a good bit of food, a couple changes of clothes.

Also also: I wish it would frickin' stop storming every night. I want it to go back to being dry and hot! My kind of weather!