Post by purifypurity on Jul 11, 2006 4:36:41 GMT -5
...This sucks. Not the 'boo-hoo. Waah-waah. Times are tough' sucks. The 'I've pissed off my Mom, my Papa is driving me insane, my Aunt is guilt tripping me, My cat won't eat, My best friend ran away (Metaphorically speaking.) and I'm too busy trying to catch up with time to acknowledge it all.'
Hmm... Where to begin, where to begin?... Here's a start;
I was at my Aunt's house from Sunday night to Friday night. The first night was the night after the Ozzfest concert. I'd been at Ozzfest all day and just wanted to laze around for a day or two to rest and recover from the madness of the day. I slept at Auntie's for the night with Justin (my cousin) and the following day we had to go up to PhilBrooke. Philbrooke is the camp ground located about two hours up the hill from Magalia, CA.
Was it cold? Yes. Were my feet ice cubes? Yep. Did I have any fun? No. Did Auntie make me pull out some of my hair? Righto! But, did I get farther in my book? Yes sirie, I did just that!
I didn't want to go camping to begin with, I despise camping, but she said I had to go. Pfft. Since when do I have to do anything? I could have stayed at her house with Justin. She frickin' insisted upon me going up to PhilBrooke. because she wanted to spend 'quality time' with me. Please; If quality time with me is her and Aww sitting in their tent getting loaded while I lay in the hammock reading, then we had plenty of it.
She knew I didn't want to go up. Yet, the day I decided that I couldn't take anymore camping, she bawls and whines about her 'remembering the days when it didn't matter where we were, as long as we were together.' ?? WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?? It sure as hell wasn't my choice to go camping. I'd much rather have stayed at her house with Bear Dog and the electricity. But, noooooooooooo; she just HAD to take me into the higher elevations.
Reasons why I hated the camping trip
1) She told me to pack cool, summer clothes. As if it would be hot. What did I do? I packed shorts and tank tops. No socks, no sweaters, no long pants, no closed-toed shoes. And, I'm a sissy when it comes to the cold.
2) I'd just gotten back from an all-day concert. I was on my feet all day and my knees were killing me. Not to mention, I have a hard time getting to sleep and had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before the concert. Then, I got about five the night before camping. I was wiped out!
3) Bugs... BUGS! Moths, I can handle. Mosquitos, bees, wasps and hornets I can not. Especially when they fly into my tent.
4) The lack of something to do. We went on the boat once and the motor crapped out. Then we looked for bears and crawdads. Other than that, it was a lot of me lying in the hammock with my headphones on and reading.
5) I can't 'go' in a public bathroom! How in the hell am I supposed to go over a fricking log?!?!?!?!?!?!
...I love Auntie to death, but she drives me insane! Sometimes I just want to give her a few good slaps to the head. But, then she'd get all butthurt and emo about it... Whiner.
Mom's all touchy now. I can't say anything to her without her snapping. Either she's telling me to be nicer, shut up or to leave her alone. All I asked her was 'do you want a popsickle, or are you too lazy to get up and get me one too?' It. Was. A. Joke. I laughed.
Papa's just being wierd... I think he's probably going to start drinking again; he's overdue for an episode. Poor Nana; he'll drive her out of the house again. I'd go with her if I could.
We got a new kind of cat food and Sasha won't eat it. The wierdo. But, she's my cat; you can't expect her to be normal.
Ericca (my bestest friend on this hopeless planet) is... Well, actually, I don't know how she is. We haven't talked in quite awhile. It's been too long. Far too long. I'd call her if I knew if she'd be home. I'm not sure if she's still on vacation or not. Hmm... I might call her soon, since e-mailing her hasn't done anything.
This is wierd. The past week has been a haze to me; Nothing's really hit me. I think the elevation changes are still screwing with my brain. My poor body still hasn't gotten enough rest. If I could sleep for twenty-four hours, I would. But, matters of the body end up defeating rest of the mind. Bah! No fair.
I'm off to do something! I don't know what, but, if you know, please tell me. I'm a bit confoozled.
Hmm... Where to begin, where to begin?... Here's a start;
I was at my Aunt's house from Sunday night to Friday night. The first night was the night after the Ozzfest concert. I'd been at Ozzfest all day and just wanted to laze around for a day or two to rest and recover from the madness of the day. I slept at Auntie's for the night with Justin (my cousin) and the following day we had to go up to PhilBrooke. Philbrooke is the camp ground located about two hours up the hill from Magalia, CA.
Was it cold? Yes. Were my feet ice cubes? Yep. Did I have any fun? No. Did Auntie make me pull out some of my hair? Righto! But, did I get farther in my book? Yes sirie, I did just that!
I didn't want to go camping to begin with, I despise camping, but she said I had to go. Pfft. Since when do I have to do anything? I could have stayed at her house with Justin. She frickin' insisted upon me going up to PhilBrooke. because she wanted to spend 'quality time' with me. Please; If quality time with me is her and Aww sitting in their tent getting loaded while I lay in the hammock reading, then we had plenty of it.
She knew I didn't want to go up. Yet, the day I decided that I couldn't take anymore camping, she bawls and whines about her 'remembering the days when it didn't matter where we were, as long as we were together.' ?? WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?? It sure as hell wasn't my choice to go camping. I'd much rather have stayed at her house with Bear Dog and the electricity. But, noooooooooooo; she just HAD to take me into the higher elevations.
Reasons why I hated the camping trip
1) She told me to pack cool, summer clothes. As if it would be hot. What did I do? I packed shorts and tank tops. No socks, no sweaters, no long pants, no closed-toed shoes. And, I'm a sissy when it comes to the cold.
2) I'd just gotten back from an all-day concert. I was on my feet all day and my knees were killing me. Not to mention, I have a hard time getting to sleep and had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before the concert. Then, I got about five the night before camping. I was wiped out!
3) Bugs... BUGS! Moths, I can handle. Mosquitos, bees, wasps and hornets I can not. Especially when they fly into my tent.
4) The lack of something to do. We went on the boat once and the motor crapped out. Then we looked for bears and crawdads. Other than that, it was a lot of me lying in the hammock with my headphones on and reading.
5) I can't 'go' in a public bathroom! How in the hell am I supposed to go over a fricking log?!?!?!?!?!?!
...I love Auntie to death, but she drives me insane! Sometimes I just want to give her a few good slaps to the head. But, then she'd get all butthurt and emo about it... Whiner.
Mom's all touchy now. I can't say anything to her without her snapping. Either she's telling me to be nicer, shut up or to leave her alone. All I asked her was 'do you want a popsickle, or are you too lazy to get up and get me one too?' It. Was. A. Joke. I laughed.
Papa's just being wierd... I think he's probably going to start drinking again; he's overdue for an episode. Poor Nana; he'll drive her out of the house again. I'd go with her if I could.
We got a new kind of cat food and Sasha won't eat it. The wierdo. But, she's my cat; you can't expect her to be normal.
Ericca (my bestest friend on this hopeless planet) is... Well, actually, I don't know how she is. We haven't talked in quite awhile. It's been too long. Far too long. I'd call her if I knew if she'd be home. I'm not sure if she's still on vacation or not. Hmm... I might call her soon, since e-mailing her hasn't done anything.
This is wierd. The past week has been a haze to me; Nothing's really hit me. I think the elevation changes are still screwing with my brain. My poor body still hasn't gotten enough rest. If I could sleep for twenty-four hours, I would. But, matters of the body end up defeating rest of the mind. Bah! No fair.
I'm off to do something! I don't know what, but, if you know, please tell me. I'm a bit confoozled.