On the way to Myrtle...

This summer I went to the beach a few weeks after graduation. On the way down I had a traumatic experience. I feel like things like this just happen to me. Anyways, I started driving at three in the morning. I was so exhausted but so excited at the same time. My best friend decided to walk to the local Bloom just before we left so that we would have snacks for the trip. She thought it would be a good idea to get pepperoni and cheese sticks because she was really hungry. I don’t know why she would ever think that was a good idea but she said that’s what she was craving. She also picked up a half gallon of soy milk and 6 red bulls. I don’t drink red bull so when I saw that I got so pissed. Then we finally left, with me being in a bad mood.

Within the first 30 minutes we hit traffic and I do not know how. 3:25 in the morning, and there’s traffic?! These stupid 18-whellers felt like they needed to be on the road this early and get in my way. We sat on Fairfax County Parkway for a good 45 minutes before we finally got off, and we only had to go about 10 miles on the road. We finally got off and moved onto the next highway. This was my first trip on the highways driving by myself (meaning no adults were in the car), so I kind of got freaked out at first. Driving for long periods of time was something different too. And after all that crap I had to deal with, my air conditioning broke. It absolutely sucked and it was really hot in the middle of July. My friend decided to almost take off all her clothes but I yelled at her so she kept most of them on.

After this happens we finally think we’re on a roll and nothing else bad could happen. Well, that’s not true apparently. My G.P.S. decides to malfunction and break. It falls out of its holder and slides all over the place. My friend tries to put it back but it kept on falling! I was getting so aggravated because I was not giving all of my attention to the road and driving, but was focusing on this stupid machine. It even made me go off course and got us lost. Around the North Carolina and Virginia state border it said to turn on this weird road. Then it said we were on a random road somewhere in New York or something (it said I was driving on Rochester Avenue and I’m guessing that’s not in North Carolina). At one point the little car on the screen was in the middle of nowhere, “in la la land.” It wasn’t even on any type of road. I got so angry because I have no idea where I’m going. I’ve never been to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina before. I couldn’t just get right back on a random road and know exactly where I was going. Then I started to freak out, so my friend offered to take the wheel, so I was relieved and tried to find someplace to pull over. There was no where though. I seriously drove about 20 miles before I found some place worth getting out and switching.

She was nice and calm and started driving. As soon as she did, the road seemed to clear and everything went right for her. There was a nice breeze and it even got cloudy. I hated that. I just sat in the passenger side, pissed. She laughed and started pulling random food out of nowhere and eating it. I got jealous. Apparently earlier in the morning she also bought gold fish and Swedish fish and didn’t tell me. I stole the gold fish and blasted the music. That could almost change my mood and make me happy, and at the time it pretty much did. This entire story is a complete lie and I’m just trying to see if anyone picks up on it because I don’t know what to write about. We played and fell in love with the new Nickelback CD, Blackhorse, and some new Lil Wayne songs. “Fireman” and “Got Money” were two favorites. The band 303 was good to listen to too, but we barely did. I made this playlist right before we left and it seemed like we played the first seven songs over and over again. When I put my ipod on shuffle now I get so confused because I think this one song, like “Birthday Sex” will come after Pop Champagne” but really, all of a sudden some of the Lion King Soundtrack comes on. Sometimes I’m not expecting it, so I jump if the song has a loud noise at first and it freaks me out, like “I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby.”

So, after she drove and everything was dandy for her, we stopped somewhere to eat breakfast. We were almost there, but she wanted to travel through Strawberry Town so we did. We stopped at this sketchy old house/restaurant and stayed there for awhile. I don’t know why she would ever want to stop there, because it was gross and creepy. We got out of there and finally got to where we were an hour away and finally I could see the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. While she was driving she didn’t notice the gas tank though. It just about ran on empty because she didn’t notice. We barely made it to a gas station in time, but somehow with her luck we made it. If I was driving, we wouldn’t have. Anyways, we actually arrive in Myrtle around 10 in the morning on a Monday. I was so relieved and exhausted. I think as soon as we got to the house and got all of our stuff inside, I fell asleep.