Sep 23, 2007 22:15
I think we're in Texas, now. God, my parents are going to kill me. Uh, no sign of the... target. Which isn't very weird, because we're in Texas. Texas takes a really long to drive across, I guess.
My parents are going to freaking kill me.
I guess this gives me a good chance to catch up on my homework. Bumblebee gets the Internet, so I can look stuff up. And my parents aren't bugging me. And this is fun. I've never been on a road trip before.
I am so dead.