2 Weeks Left

   I love my family, I really do, but sometimes... Lets just say that I am ready to go back to school. From tying the canoe to the top of our rental truck to a way too personal conversation about being safe when I go out it can be hard to escape the very strong opinions of my mother and brother. Especially when the only escape is to jump out of a moving car at 85 mph. Which was very tempting at times. 

   I also want to get back to school because I get to rearrange my room. I have used that as a way to escape my family on the long trips between California and Arizona. I just jump on my computer and rearrange all the furniture until I forget what I was mad about. Then I pretend to rejoin the conversation. I have realized that my family's favorite activity is to argue. If Sam says McDonalds, my mom says Honeys Donuts.

   But its not all bad. I love the sun, the beach, and realizing that most of the things I worry about when I am at school are inconsequential. 

  So now I am going to sleep because even though its only ten I know that I will be woken up really early. Thats right, my break means waking up early. I don't like sleeping in anyway, right?