April 17th, 12:28pm, Middle of Nowhere, CAI decided that I'm gonna actually write my blogs out like real journal entries, and just type 'em out when I get back. Here goes:
This is the worst part of the trip. The Drive. Actually, the WORST part of the trip is listening to the "Best of Queen" CD while watching my mom's utter lack of rhythm & timing while she's dancing in the front seat. Now, I'm not saying I'm Groove Holmes over here, but it's people like my mom that perpetuate the myth that white people don't have rhythm. It's iPod time. More to come.