okay okay........ now i try to be patient with life and feel that usually i do a pretty good fucking job. But this shit- is getting outta control. So we all know how hard i've been working all summer to save for two trips i wanted to do. The first one (being the shakedown festival) got cancelled 12 hours before it was supposed to start. I still haven't gotten my money back from that shit. That's fine and all so i say cool....... i'll just go on the other trip. This trip is a 10 day 2500 mile road trip down the coast of cali and up the center stopping and camping in all kinds of parks and fun places. Surfing, eating, and " vacationing even to mexico was gonna be a blast. Butttttttttttttttttt......... so i go to a party sat night even though i was so fuckin tired and what happens. I stay only 2 hours, go to leave and some drunk fucker smashed the front of my car and didn't leave a note or anything. so now my vaca is put off again and.... my parents are flying in from the east coast in a day.... WHAT THE FUCK 
