Twelve hours of the most randomest things.

So I do believe that we officially leave for the land of the Utards on Friday, at the earliest of 4:00am. I know exactly what to expect because I've made several of these trips within the last few years.
We usually have a VERY quiet beginning where we just listen to Dad's music, and read our books. Possibly, POSSIBLY, we do our assigned homework. After that, our ears feel like they're about to bleed from all the music, our eyes hurt from reading, and our stomachs are queezy from the reading+car notion we were doing.
So.....then we start thinking about food. Actually, to tell you the truth, we were thinking about food the entire morning and will throughout the entire trip. T
Then we move onto the "scenery" stage. Where we do nothing in complete boredom, and stare at the scenery outside our windows, and just hope that the tree we just saw won't be the last. But it is. There's absolutely no trees in the eastern part of our state.None. You can seriously squint and stare in any direction for up to 2-3 hours, and you will see nothing but dirt....rock....sometimes water....some puny little shrubs.....about a million cows....and if you're luck, VERY LUCKY, a strange animal. An Alpaca or Llama is always fun to see.
Note to self: When dad says roll down the window an take a breath of fresh air, you're just setting yourself up for a terrible manure stench. Keep the windows closed.
After a while I can actually think creatively for a game to play. This new stage is the one in which to have lost pretty much all of your mind and you start thinking insanely. You keep yourself occupied by thinking about possible new games. F2 made up a game last road trip where each person says the most random word they can think of. It can't be in anway similar to the person's word who went before you. Example: Pineapple, Spiggot, Bulldog.
Whoever has the most random word wins that round. My favorite one ever was a couple years ago when H, F2, and I were in the car. H's word was the most random word ever, that I think a part of my soul is still devoted to it forever. Here we were getting terribly bored, trying to think of random words, but all we could think of were strange words. Then H says "Women-Folk."
Forever in my heart. Maybe it was because I was deliriously stuck in a car for up to twelve hours that day, or maybe because I was still living off McDonalds, but I laughed for about ten minutes. To this day I can still remember her tone of voice, and it can make me laugh on command at any time. "Women-Folk."