home is where home is

back in sandiego now. good ol' sandiego, where i have spent at least eighty percent of the last three-and-a-half year of my life. new quarter starts next week, but lots of things need to be dealt with before then. new year, same old shit.

stereotyping is a bad thing, but when you're driving through orange county and every five miles down the road you see an asian dude wearing a sleeveless shirt and a cap tilted to the side driving a lowered honda civic trying to speed from the right lanes and end up stuck behind a massive truck going forty-five mph, you start to wonder if there is some truth to the stereotype. after all, there has got to be a reason as to how the stereotype first came to existence.

while driving down to san diego, i decided to play a game, since i thought playing a game was much more interesting than feeling horny for no reason. apparently the little guy thought that a good way to keep me awake was to stay awake himself. one thing he did not realize was that this led to utter confusion instead that ruined my concentration. hence why i decided to play this game.

the rule was simple: pick a car in front of you, and follow exactly what it does. if the car decides to exit where you don't want to, pick another car, and do the same thing. my eyes were caught on this silver PT cruiser driving at seventy mph on the left lane. i did not feel like following a crazy driver and putting my life at stake because of this stupid game, so i decided to follow this cruiser since it seemed to be driving passively.

note to self: just because a car had been driving passively for twenty miles straight, it didn't mean that it would keep doing so. it was either because of the driver had a sudden revelation that reckless driving was fun or that he realized that a maroon corolla had been following him for the last twenty miles, but this PT cruiser then started to speed up to what seemed to be ninety-five mph and switch lanes whenever an object popularly known as a car obstructed his path. my corolla would not go ninety-five without me having to get a new engine for it, so i decided to stay at eighty, but keeping my eyes on this cruiser. the cruiser took off and left me eating his dust.

fifty miles later, however, i was back on his tail. this was done without recklessly cutting people off and going over eighty. game's over, cruiser. i won.

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