Uhh...


So I drove down to Grant's Pass oregon yesterday to meet my mom and grandpa who'd driven up to unload a truck of stuff. Mom's moving there by the way.
Anywho, the whole drive through oregon stank. Litterally. It was rank. That sucked majorly. So I get to GP, meet up with Mom and whatnot (I really didn't want to drive in this dumb place by then) but I drive anyways and right off the bat decide I don't like it there. I know that sucks but my first impression of TURN HERE NO WAIT DON'T TURN THERE ONE WAY STREET!!!!!! wasn't fun.

It was hot and sunny but didn't smell as bad as the rest of oregon had. Stupid state. Oh, and the drivers there are fucking bonkers. They either SUPERSPEEDOMGGOTTAGETTHERENOW! Or they... don't go anywhere at all? I'm still not sure what was going on.

But yeah. Drove around GP for a while, went and had "dinner" (it was 3:00 PM) then drove back to stupid little vancouver. OH! And since it was oregon I couldn't pump my own gas. That pissed me off. I really didn't want anyone touching my Jeep unless they has my permission. That was shitty.
So like, the drive up didn't stink as bad as the drive down but the drivers were 10 times worse. Mom got into arguments with me and stuff because first I wasn't "letting" someone in, then I shouldn't have "let" them in, blah blah blah. If someone is going to end up in my hood I am going to fucking slow down. Same with the trunk, I'll speed up. I hate changing my speed (if its on cruise control) because of other retards trying to "beat" me into my own lane.

Ugh. I'm still qute tired. I kinda wish we'd stayed there overnight so I wouldn't be so exausted. But before I knew I was going to drive down to get Mom and my grandpa so they could fly out of portland I was going to "help" my aunt get some stupid bricks for her yard. She didn't want them all in her car or something retarted like that.
But now that I'm here, even though I'm still really tired and really want to go back to bed (I took Mom and my grandpa to the airport) my aunt is all OH YOU CAN STILL COME OVER AND HELP ME GET MY BRICKS YAY! Seriously, yay is what she said. I really don't want to. At all. That means taking shit out of my Jeep so I can fit her fucking bricks back there.


I really wish I had some money so I could go to Colorado as soon as school ends. I fucking hate it up here.