About 3:00 pm, Nov. 23, 2011
I'm an hour and a half into my trip and boredom is setting in. My mom hasn't killed me yet, but she did give me some suspicious trail mix. If I start throwing up I will be concerned. Also, my dad informed me I need to pay for my own snacks. Isn't there like a daddy contract that states a father should always pay for his daughter's snacks? If not, there should be.
I look out the window and all I see is yellow grass, naked trees, and dilapidated, old houses. Don't let me forget the random out houses along the road. Gotta love North Dakota.
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