Traffic

What is it about traffic that makes a otherwise normal person want to tear of peoples heads and drop skittles down their throats? Or maybe make person-alized pez dispensers. I find myself in my time off playing a million games of minesweeper(which I never win), not packing nearly enough stuff, and stealing boxes from QFC. I has been two weeks since school ended some of the best weeks of my life, good friends, good drinks, lots of family time, me time, sunshine. Now its time to get a job and see if I can save for the trip to Hawaii. Cross your fingers every one, the flag dropped, life begins again.