Classes are finally over and it's time to hop in the car, drive 14 hours and reach the homeland known as Pennsylvania! Now, the drive itsself is not that bad. I can handle being in a car, singing obnoxiously and bumpin' beats like it's my job. The part that bothers me is all the "massholes" and those darn "Jersey drivers". If I could make the entire trip without seeing other cars from either of those states, my life would be much more enjoyable. Unfortunately that's virtually impossiable and I'll have to resort to other mechanisms to calm my road rage which only shows when they're around. Though I hate the drivers from those states, I truely hate the state of Connecticut. It's the worst. It's the only state I ever hit traffic in, they drive 40 mile per hour whenever there's a turn and no matter what season or time of day there is always construction. Of all five states that I must venture through to reach home, I enjoy being in Maine the most. It's a straight run and there's few people there. Pennsylvania wouldn't be bad either...except I'm in it for 3 hours before reaching my house. But with towns like Virginville, Intercourse and Blue Ball, at least I get to giggle before I reach my final destination.
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