My Infinite Oblivion

Cars

Goddamit, I hate cars.

I know they're all convenient and stuff and don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for that, (I'm too lament to bother my butt walking... unless it's into town, into the library or the sweatshop, then I turn into freaking Superwoman) but I have this severe case of 'Getsickassoonasyoustartthinkingoftravellingincarsitis' otherwise known as car sickness.

Honestly, when I was younger, I used to be able to tolerate traveling in cars well enough until the one-hour mark, when I started feeling a little queasy and have to put my book down, lean my head against the door and try to sleep uncomfortably. Now, though, in the last few weeks in summer I was traveling all over my county (and I have a massive county) and it basically felt like I was going to all the different corners of the earth. That one day I had to go right across to another county to visit this ancient island was pretty much the last straw. We were out driving around for more than 12 hours because my darling mother decided to go sightseeing. Sure, I got an awesome t-shirt, a fantastically perfect charm bracelet with angel wings (SHADOWHUNTER) and a Big Mac with a huge Coke I had with me for the rest of the journey, but they're only small advantages against the big intimidating prospect of Car Journeys. That daytrip seemed to spark off what's happening now. For instance, I'm typing this as I am traveling up to yet another county and trying to divert myself from being sick when we have only been on the road for about 10 minutes. I had to swap my older brother's usual seat in the front passenger seat because that usually keeps back queasiness (which was convenient, because he wanted to play Minecraft on his laptop by demand of the younger brothers). I was literally thinking about the long car journey ahead of me which I am suffering through right now and feeling sick. I usually fall asleep but it's so bloody uncomfortable I wake up with a crick in my neck and one occasion, a marker scribble on my neck ("it was an ACCIDENT!!!")

I'm going to a new school in 7 days (oh crap, I sense a new chapter coming on) and thankfully I have to take a bus most days. When I'm not, my father will drive me and maybe my best friend (neighbourrrrrrrs :3) which I can tolerate because their two of my favorite people in the world (Dad, Lucy, don't use this against me or I will write a chapter about you... all bad things, obviously 😏) because sometimes, you have to make sacrifices.

Oh crap, I feel queasy now. This is always the result of reading/ writing while traveling. DO YOU SEE MY PAIN???