Tuesday, June 15, 2004

   I'm BAAAAAAAAAACK!
Hee hee. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Man, do i have a lot of things to tell you peoples! I love camping! Ok, this post might be a little long, but i assure you, it's gonna be....funny, sad, and just plain weird. (you'll get that a lot with my disfunctional family)Ok, first, we get down to the river which is in front of our house down a huge drop off, and are celebrating my dad's birthday. (it was his birthday when went down there)and, wer're all sitting there, watching the fire and waiting....for God knows what. Hm...maybe i should say all the people that were there. ^_^' Me, Mommy, Daddy, Josh (dad's friend), Uncle Billy, (dad's brother)Pat, (dad's friend) and Dusty, (pat's son) and....that's it. Then my dad decides to go on a quick four-by run around the river. (take note that it's about 12:00 A.M.) so, him, pat, josh, uncle billy, and dusty all get in the truck (it's a freakin HUGE truck that will make you do the splits just trying to get in the stupid thing it's so high off the ground) and my mom makes my dad PROMISE to come back and get us if they leave the river. And he looks at her right in the eye and says, "I will." and they're off....for about two hours....but uh, it turned 2:00 and i was starting to doze off on the chairs by the fire, and my mom was eating. My mom started to worry, so she got on the four wheeler and went off, forcing me to gaurd the camp and the annoying little rat-dogs (our two pomeranneans-not spelled right, i'm sure)so i'm sitting there, and decide to get into Josh's truck kuz i wanted to lay down. I brought the little rat-dogs with me and almost fell asleep until a bunch of teens drove up and out pops Josh from one of the back doors. Obviously he doesn't see me, since he's wandering all over camp, looking for someone. So he comes over to his truck and almost falls over at the sight of me since i scared the living crap out of him. And guess what he tells me? My dad's truck is...well...broken. To put it short. Turns out he went up to coyote lake (which is about...oh...5 miles out of the river) to party with some teens and he was doing brodies at the top of the pavilion, in which had some freakin' HUGE boulders. And on the third brodie, he hit one. Well, more like ruined his shit when he ran it over. The whole front drive-line broke in half, and the tires were side ways. Dad gets out, thinking that...oh, i forgot what he said, just something minor broke, but is one mad mother fucker when he sees his truck. and that's what Josh tells me. So then Josh gets in his truck and asks where my mom is and i told him that she went to look for dad. He just shook his head and started his truck as we started to leave the camp. But right when we get out of camp-grounds, my mom pulls up on the four-wheeler and is....you don't wanna know...she's just....whoa....MAD. VERY VERY MAD. *cough cough* K, anywayz, she says that she had to ask some teens where my dad was and i'm sure she almost tackled them when they answered her. Huh. She drove back into camp, Josh following her so he could take me and her home. She grabs her purse and I grab my binder (which has a lot of my favorite pictures i drew in it)and ...yeah....when we get to the bridge down the road, she starts saying things like "I'm not gonna marry that Fucker (they were gonna get married the 21st or something...NO, they're not married yet)It just proves to me that he's a liar. He looked at me in the eyes with a straight face and LIED. Haley, i hope you don't get a man like him." Meanwhile, i'm sitting in the back silently listening to her ramble on about taking her bronco up to coyote lake and beating the living crap out of my dad. O_o'. But, newayz, we get home, i get to bed, (with the rat-dogs of course)Josh leaves, and my mom starts up the bronco and leaves....and that's all i knew until the next day. So, i wake up about 11:00 A.M and fed the stupid chickens, and dog, then sat in the living room, waiting for some thing to happen. My mom comes in, and i'm too scared to ask her anything, but she tells me to get into the bronco, so i do. She drives back down to the river and get to camp. (oh, yeah, our beds and stuff were in the truck that my dad messed up, so we HAD to go home or sleep on the chairs) We get there, and see My dady, Pat, and Dusty putting rocks around the fire. And...well...everything seems...normal. My mom doesn't cuss at my dad for being stupid or leaving us, and my dad doesn't argue with her. Hm. Something's wrong. I know it. And guess what? My mom goes and gets my dad's birthday present and gives it to him. (we got him a hat, a mug, and two cards, one from me, one from my mom) and he reads them...mine first...then my mom's....there was a little donkey on the front of my mom's card, saying "Happy Birthday" and on the inside it said "just couldn't help getting you an ass for your birthday" and my mom apparently drew a guy's dick on the card and wrote "Here's a dick, since you're a dick. Happy Birthday, Dick." And my dad glared at her, and she laughed. And when my dad came by me...i bit him. Yes, bit. And it caused him to bleed. "What the fuck was that for?" he asked me. I glared at him. "You LEFT us. You LIED." i stated, and he just walked off. Well, then. Now the REAL party starts. HAHA! My drunk psychotic aunt comes up, with her boyfrind and Anna (her boyfriend's daughter, whom is staying for a few days since she lives with her real mom) First thing that comes out of my aunt's mouth is, "LET'S PARTY!" and she opened a beer bottle that she shook up and it went squirting everwhere. We all just stared at her as if she was some alien life form. "What? Is something on my face?" she said. -_-' Hm....she really is creepy...whatever, anyway, turn about midnight again and that's when everyone started to flock in by the hundreds. And it got REALLY noisy. Beer was flying everywhere, smoke was everywhere, you could hear people puking...it just wasn't good...but, seemed that a lot of people enjoyed themselves while i sat with Anna and Jamie (my cousin) in the chair, laughing our butts off as my aunt would smack people upside the head for drinking from her bottle or taking a drag off her cigarette. Hee hee. And guess what else she did? She put her tent all the way across the river, so in order to get to it, she had to cross the water. K, k. So almost all the people leave, and it's quiet again...then my mom forces me to go to sleep (it's 3:00 A.M) in her bronco, so i go in and drew a few pictures (you'll probably see them later) then fell asleep. I woke up at about 7:00 A.M hearing the most colorful use of cuss word i have ever heard in my life. But, uh, being as tired as i was, i just went back to sleep. K, so i woke up in the morning,...or afternoon...-_-' and sat by the campfire, asking Anna and Jamie where they slept. Turns out they didn't. Stayed up all night and day so far. Haha. Then i asked them what all the yelling was about. They just answered that Dusty was skipping rocks and one fluck back and hit his cheek. And Pat got MAD. And that was it. That's all they told me. Later in the day we go fishing, and catch a BUNCH of little dollies, (in which i don't eat....nasty little things...i hate all sea food) i cought two, but i put one back since it was small and the other...hm...Jamie was fishing with me, and she comes over and grabs ahold of the fish and YANKS the hook out of it's mouth. Out pops it's jaw, teeth and all, and blood was all over Jamie's hand. She puts the fish on the ground and cleans her hands off and gets back to fishing. I stand there, looking at my hook with wide eyes when I see the jaw still connected to it. Ew. But then i cast it, jaw and all, and actually get another bite, and when i reel it back in, the jaw is gone...*shudder* nyah. We go back to camp and see something...funny. Redneck-style. Haha. This four-wheeler has this huge trailer connected to it and a picnic table was on the trailer. I don't know why, but i got on, sat on the picnic table, and waited. Everybody else got on, and off we went. We went to the end of the river, where the salty silt connects to fresh water. We cought about 8 dollies there, and...oh, god, this is funny....but wrong. Jamie grabs a fish that just came out of the water and starts beating it on the trailer. And she's beating and beating and beating until the fish isn't moving anymore. Blood is everywhere.... And everyone was staring at her. And she didn't know why. She put the fish in a bag, and sat on my lap and wrapped a blanket around me and her (she does that a lot). "Jamie," I said, "You have blood all over your face." She looked at me. And pursed her lips. "get it off for me?" I scratched it off, and everyone went back to their buisness. After a while, we got back on the picnic table and rode back to camp. My cousin, John, pulls up in his saburben with his friends, Clao, Matt, and Nathan ...(Nathan is absolutely gorgeous. I have based so many of my characters off of him, it isn't even funny)and they all sit down. I get back in the bronco and draw and color for a few hours, then get back out and see that my aunt wants to go to the liquor store ('tis midnight) so, John and his friends take her, and come back about an hour later with a VERY drunk Nathan. And he's only 15, too. Turns out he drank all but an inch of a full bottle of blackberry wine. My aunt was gone somewhere, and once John and his friends turned thy're heads, he already drank most of it. They all tried to take it away, and finally succeeded. Also, when he took a piss on the trail, he tried to run away,....(wait, maybe i should tell you what's going on with him. He's suicidle. VERY suicidle. He has suicide notes all over his room. And....he seems very troubled. And he's so shy it isn't even funny. You comment on his sexy, drop-dead gorgeous body, he blushes and repeates 'no' over and over again and kinda shies away from you the rest of the day. And his hair. Everyone is always making fun of his hair. It goes down to his shoulders and is blonde and bouncy. (very sexy to me ^_^) hee hee. Anyway, he was going to Portland, Seattle...or something like that to be a model for his sister's magazines. But he really wanted to go down there and hitch-hike everywhere. He'll be dead within a week if he does that. So, yeah, on with the story!) after he tried to run away, my aunt had to chase him down and literally tackled him to get him. She shoved him back into the saburben and John drove back to camp. Him and his friends all got out, along with my aunt, but Nathan was still in the truck. Until...he tumbled out of the door onto the ground face first. Ouch. My aunt went over to help him and he's all smiling up at her and everybody. She walks him over to the camp fire and sits him down next to Cody, (John's younger brother)and he's still smiling at everybody, and moving his hair out of his face. These other teens were all laughing at him, one from Japan *huggles* as he started to walk but would end up on the ground, breathing heavily. So, we set up an old tent for him to go to sleep. But guess what he does? He topples it over and lays on top of it like some animal. Me and Anna get assigned to watch him and everytime her would open his eyes or lift his head we would point at him and he would put his head back down and shut his eyes. It was pretty funny, you should have been there, you really would have laughed your ass off. But, come 5:00 A.M, my mother forced me to go back to bed. So, i went into the bronco, and drew and colored. Morning came, and i staggered out of the bronco over to the campfire. Pfft. Some campfire. Looks like a bunch of ashes to me. everyone around it is all "Blaaaah." and "Uhhhhh" and...yeah...tired i guess. I asked Anna where Nathan was, and she said that he walked home. You know, right now i wonder if he was trying to O.D. on that blackberry wine....since he is suicidle....he needs a hug. Desperately. Though i don't think i can give him one without my family having dirty thoughts. *cough cough* Anyway, after she told me that, i looked up at the sky and noticed a peculiar cloud shaped like...a guy's....well, dick. I pointed at it, and everyone looked up and started laughing or saying 'that's wrong'. But yeah. Come afternoon and we leave. Get home. I fed the chickens, the dog, started to clean my room and failed miserably. I went downstairs to see if the birds down there needed any water and noticed that one of the birds was missing. Thinking that she was on the bottom of the cage, laying on eggs, i grabbed a chair to make sure. But, there on the bottome of the cage, she lie there, dead. Poor Lala. That's the second mate that he lost. I have him right next to me right now as i type. Look at him...all droopy...he isn't even singing as much....but, we took him out of the cage and put him in a different one and brought him upstairs in the sunlight. My mom dealt with Peachy. (the bird that died)....she was old. And she laid too many eggs. She would lay about 5 a week. And none of them would live. They would get up to the final stages of development, but then die in the egg. Weird. But, we're gonna go get him another mate later. My mom wants to get him a turquouse bird....but i wanna get him an albino....hee hee. Pretty albino....but, meh. I guess that's it, really. If you thought this was stupid, it's alright. But if you would have been there, you would have had a blast. Haha. *thinks back on the camping trip* HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Hm. Well, i suppose i'll go draw a few pictures now....sorry for wasting your time...and sorry that this post is so long. O_o'

Nyah
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