How Much I Enjoy Rambling

Today as I drove to San Luis Obispo, well more like Cal Poly San Luis Obispo to pick up my sister from school and bring back to the home, I rambled a lot to my mother (who was in the passenger's seat) on the way there. I rambled of how i wished to have a voice like Ne-yo and the awesome greatness of the wonders of Frank Sinatra. I could tell she wasn't paying much attention to me at all, and was probably thinking to herself, "OMB I MF HATE THIS MF KIDS RANDOM ASS TALKING!!! I WANNA SLEEP ON THE WAY OVER TO THE EFFEN COLLEGE!!! >.<," which I wouldn't really blame her. I also took notice of how awake i was on the trip; not yawning much or getting heavy eyes, or feeling much like sleeping on the trip over (which is usual when I drive there). I was pondering on why wasn't I sleepy? Maybe it was the Fruit Punch on Crack i was enjoying (aka Arizona Raspberry Iced Tea; stuffs effen AMAZINGLY EXCELLENT!!!) or was it the fact that I was playing my iPod over the radio in my car...but I wasn't sure exactly what it was.
After packing up all of my sister's junk in our cars (my car and my sister's) my car was completely packed, so my mother had to ride in my sister's car, and i drove ALL ALONE!!! :O. I was pretty confident though, I had the mentality that I wouldn't make a mistake or feel tried or whatever...and I also felt excited that I will be driving alone and be able to show my parents I can drive far distances, alone, with no problem and in hopes I may drive to Santa Cruz or San Jose this summer with my friends. We left San Luis Obispo and were on our journey back to la casa, me all alone in my car, my mom and sister in my sister's car. I was able to sing a loudly to my iPod playing over the radio without worry of becoming embarrassed of my mom critiquing my voice (<-----LOL).
Soon, I felt tried, sleepy, and bored; and I was confused why. Why was this feeling coming over me?...why why WHY?! I tried to drink my Fruit Punch on Crack to wake me up, and turning up my music louder, but it had little effect on me. When I thought of it, I realized I had to be talking in order to feel untried. I sang loudly to the music, but it could only releave me temporarily. But I think the moral of my idiotic rambling is that I enjoy to ramble way to much...probably...sad, but whatever :P