Let's Go Take A Drive.

You know that feeling when you see what time it is and all of a sudden decide you want to do something? The adrenaline rushes through your system and you're in hyperactive mode while being ecstatic from the idea that you're going to do something when five minutes ago you were just sitting at home for the night.

I want that. I just realized Where The Wild Things Are is probably showing at midnight and, while I don't necessarily wish to see it so badly, I wanted to get out of here. 30-50 minutes is what I would I need to get to the nearest theatre and to pick up my friends. No problem. We've done this before.

Uh... We have a problem.

I'm home. As in home, home. As in... I am alone. No Chelsey to rescue me. No roommate to laugh pathetically at me and act for a fraction of a second that she cares about the words coming out of my mouth. Nothing. Well... I do have Hugh Grant. I could spend this night like I did last night by staying up until 4am in my bedroom (in a wireless house) watching Music & Lyrics and 2 Weeks Notice while doodling. I must not forget to mention the laughing fit I had when I realized it was indeed 3:30am. Insomnia, anybody?

I'll take one of those.

What I really would enjoy right now would be a midnight drive in my car... to anywhere. I know the country roads and the towns around here. I don't need a bloody map or a GPS. These towns are my home. I have a 50 mile radius that I know nearly by heart in every direction. I miss it. Somedays after school I would take a round trip home by gravel roads and fields. I was so content right then. The world was beautiful, and because of that everything was okay.

Now, I get caught up in the chaos and bustle of thousands of cars in their mechanic routines. My chance to just drive in one direction for miles until I feel like turning around doesn't exist there. I get lost and confused. Therefore I choose not to just drive anymore- up in the cities at least. I feel like I lose a part of myself when I'm cooped up in that apartment. Listening to music on your laptop all day long is not the same or nearly half as good as listening to music through the stereo system of your car on a drive through the country.

I yearn for the weekends when I come home. It's even better when my roommate doesn't hitch a ride. There are no words that can explain how much I need that 4 hour commute every other weekend. It's revitalizing. I feel alive and without a care about being embarrassed with my rocking out to my favorite bands. I sing with my sometimes on/sometimes off voice as loud as I can. I sing with all the emotion I can muster (unless I'm passing a creepy trucker) and I feel a connection with the music in the car.

Music is amazing. Listening to music in a car without any worries... That is even better.

I love being from a small town. The city is wonderful, but my heart belongs here right now.

Have a lovely night. xx