It's Who I Am

This weekend I have two options. I could stay around here...go on 2 dates with two different but fairly decent guys, carve a pumpkin for the first time with a super fun friend, get a pedicure, take a nap and actually get work done OR I could drive 9 hours across the state on Nebraska to see a bunch of cars shoved in the ground then turn around and drive all the way back in a day and a half. If you know anything about me, you'll know that I'm choosing option number two. And if I know anything about people in general, I know that they'll think I'm crazy.

For years I've wanted to go see this thing called Carhenge, which is like stonehenge except with cars and without the cavemen. I'm a fan of randomness. I've seen a giant pink elephant drinking a martini, the worlds biggest goose, a museum of bad art. These are the things I live for. These are the things I love. I'm not sure what it is about seeing these random sites that mean nothing to anyone else. I just love it. So I'll get out of school at noon (because I've clocked like 10 extra hours with parent teacher conferences), hop in my car, pick up my brother and drive until we want to stop. Then we'll see some car stuff and drive back.

I think it's true. This is who I am. I feel like the world is so big and I've seen such a small part. I want to see more. And driving somewhere...well it makes me feel productive. Besides could I want a nicer time of year to drive? All the trees changing colors. Something about this season makes me want to drive for hours on end...and I guess now is my chance.

Also, this is probably one of the last times I'll get to just chill with my brother. He's going to be graduating in December and who knows where he'll go. He's not the kind to stay close to home. He's going to go somewhere great and do something he loves, eventhough he's not sure what that is right now. After December, I won't have him around to hang out with when I want. I remember when he went to college. I was so sad because I could see our childhood slipping away. We've never been super close but that's mostly because my family just isn't the super close type. Of everyone, though, he's my favorite. I'm excited to have a fun experience with him. Even if the experience includes 18 hours of driving in 1.5 days with no place to stay. This trip could suck. But even if it does, I'll be able to say, "Hey remember that time I went on that sucky trip? Yeah, that was awesome." It's true...this is just who I am.