I Hate Long Car Rides.

So I woke up at 7 in the morning at San Francisco this morning, and I had some sort of hangover excluding the beer and whatnot. I played some Guitar Hero, Gears of War, Halo 3, etc as I ate loads of pizza and chicken waaangs. It was pretty down meeting Ronnie's son, and my nephew, Christopher. I can't quite put my finger on it, but he reminds me of Julian Nguyen, strange right? 

I left the bay area at 3:30 P.M. thinking that I'd be home in 6 hours like the map quest estimated, but my dad missed the 380 Free way and the whole trip ended up being 8 hours. The trip going there was bad enough, but the trip back home was even worse because; 

1. I hardly got any sleep.

2. In the 30 minutes I slept, I slept through our one rest stop.

3. I smelled like a car full of filipino people. 

To be honest, I'd really love to live in San Francisco. I'm in love with the weather, the people, the shopping and that good ol' home away from home vibe. I've got more to say, and a lot more to type, but I guess those stories can wait til' another day. They'll have to for one reason, I am exhausted.

So, "Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday. Take me to New York, San Francisco Bay".