Monday, June 30, 2008

• Crappy timing;

  @________@
  (caution: long post with loads of rambling on, but you should read it anyways, because my misery is kind of a little amusing, I'm sure.)
  
  Tomorrow/the day after, we leave for my "uncle's" cabin in North Carolina.  "Going to the cabin" has been a yearly tradition for. . . well, I can't even remember how long.  Maybe 6 years?  Anyways, here's the basic gist of a cabin visit:
  
  -- We get there.
  -- Parents & kids separate.
  -- We, the kids, (there are eight of us, including my "cousins'" cousins, all one year apart.) usually go into the basement to play pool or at least attempt it. 
  -- We, the older kids go for a walk 'around the circle' and end up stopping at the tiny cemetery that's reeeeallly old, back from when people died a lot by the age of 18.
  -- The parents usually just sit around talking about parent things, like hunting and business and the Patriot vs Braveheart.
  -- The kids bug the parents about going out on the boat, and then as soon as we hear what couldpossibly be a "Yes" we're all in our bathing suits covered in sun block.
  -- Everybody goes out on the boat.  We basically go around for a while, find a nice cove, anchor the boat, and then float/swim around for hours & hours & hours, with occasional Jet Ski breaks, listening to Tom Petty or Dire Straits.  It's really fun. [X
  -- The parents drink a lot of beer.  Well, mostly the dads.  XD
  -- We go back to the cabin, have dinner, go to bed.
  
  Then the pattern just repeats itself, until the 4th of July, which is when we all have a cookout-thing on the back deck.  The kids usually end up watching IT while the parents make the food, because. . . well, I don't know, we just always end up watching IT.  XD  Then we all eat, and the parents drink a lot of beer, and then we go out on the boat to watch the firework show.  When we get back from that, the dads usually watch Braveheart or the Patriot something, and then talk about how much they love our country and how badass we used to be until the government got ruined, then somewhat fixed with Ronald Reagan's presidency, and then ruined again because if the government today was the way our forefathers had intended it to be, we'd still be badass. 
  
  (Here's the misery part:)
  Anyways, even though I sort of dread going every year (because I feel retarded when it comes to socializing with parents AND especially because they all think I still like Michael, my "cousin's" cousin, because a few years ago I did, but hey, I'm over that now, so the parents can stop giving me what they think are 'knowing looks'.) I still love going, even though this year we might not because my dad & my "uncle" haven't talked about it yet?  Well, anyways, this year I was actually looking forward to it because I'm not as socially retarded as I used to be,
  AND I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH MY PERIOD.
  
  T________T
  
  How am I supposed to explain to 4 pre-pubescent boys why I'm not swimming, when that's all we do?
  & The adults will all be like "Devon, why aren't you swimming, hon?  The water's really nice.  You're not still afraid, are you?  Come on, they're just fish, they won't hurt you! Hahaha,"  and I'll have to smile and pretend that I feel sick or something -________-;;; The entire time we're there.
  
  Oh, gott in himmel!
  
  
  
  & By the way, people who have commented my blogs recently, I haven't responded because I can't think of anything witty to say.
  XDDDDDDD
  
  
  
  Ahahaaa, I'm a loser.
  Someone go buy me some chocolate Dx
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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