Fond of Car Rides

Most people find it tedious driving around all the time, but I personally find it quite therapeutic. I never mind driving relatively long distances, whether it's to Woodland Hills, Malibu, or Sherman Oaks. I look at these car rides as an opportunity to rock out, belt out my favorite songs, recognize the nature that surrounds me, and pause for reflection. In such a crowded, busy world, I rarely find time to be completely alone. Car rides fill this void. I don't think anybody in the entire world has ever seen me sing (if you can even call it that) the way I do when I'm driving alone in my car. I have always thought my being featured on one of those "hidden dashboard camera" shows would be hilariously amusing. Lately my choices of songs have included the Glee and Chicago soundtracks. Although I am obviously incapable of hitting or even coming close to any note in any of these songs, I have a blast pretending that I sound as good as Lea Michele or Catherine Zeta-Jones. Apart from driving, I also really love my car. He's a black Toyota Scion xB named Newt. There's a little gecko dangling from the rearview mirror and a unicorn who lives in the cupholder. On Newt's back are currently two stickers: A peace sign and a cute whale that says "Live Simply." On his side is a small sticker given to me by my funcle from Santa Barbara Surf Shop. Newt's back seat is filled with the ever-amusing "schticks" and loads of other crap. Every bit of Newt has become my own, and I feel just about as comfortable in my car as I do in my bed. I'd even say I spend more time in Newt than I do in my bed. Is this as weird as it sounds?

Until next time, Lauren.