Back from my cabin. that went freaking faaaast. where has the weekend gone! aaagh! it's an A week up ahead! Auggh! playing tests! Auugh social studies essay test! Auuugh science hurricane project! eek. i'm psyching myself out and the week hasn't even started. but here are some finer points about what happened at the cabin: (sorry if this is long, a lot happened and i've been dying to write some stuff down.)
-The way there was a blast. A lesser being may have gone crazy and fidgety and sore in a 3 hr 13 minute car ride, but i thought it was pretty cool. It was really dark half the way and raining buckets the whole time. Also, my brother decided to play the NMH album we have all the way through. We unofficially appointed ourselves NMH's unofficial back up vocals since we've memorized like every song. Don't worry, the music was so loud that we couldn't hear each other. Very very very tragically, my dad interceded before we could have and Awesome MGMT Marathon.
-When we got there, the cabin was turned off. As in like no running water or electricity. And it was cold. The cabin started at like 42 degrees and was at 46 when we finally went to sleep. sloooow heaters. So it was like 10:45 when we got there and we were all really delirious with cold and tiredness (i fell asleep in the car for like .5 seconds a billion times) but we were all cracking jokes about how if we went to sleep we'd never wake up. Then when we finally did get to bed, our cousins arrived. Everybody ended up staying up until one. i'm sure you can all understand me decapitating my brother when his alarm woke up both up at 6:10.
-We raked soooo much as always. you may ask "why rake in the spring?" the answer is we don't rake the cabin in the fall. It wasn't bad though by any means. We cleared a bunch of young green things of icky brown blankets that stopped the sun and warmth and rain from helping them grow. That on it's own is nice. Okay picture this: there are roughly EIGHT gigantic trees in the front (back to all those lake folk) yard. Every single leaf from every branch landed on the ground. that's a lot of leaves. But i listened to podcasts (3 whole ones) while I raked or made up RIDICULOUS word-by-word stories with my cousin Tara. (word by word is when one of starts with "once" and then the other will say "upon" and so on.)
-Yag! I am going to chop off my hair ASAP! kill! it got really annoying up at the cabin and my hairbinder was malfunctioning and i forgot to bring my bandanas. I asked my uncle if there were any up at the cabin and he said that my Grandma Patty had a ton of head scarves and to check in her drawers in her old room. I found a pretty cool silky US flag one and wore that for the duration of my stay. My dad and my uncle got freaked out because apparently i look soo much like the grandma i don't remember and act like her too. I was just like reading in a chair with my feet uup on the nearest couch and he was like "aa! grandma patty used to do that!" The un-kinder and younger hooligans aka my brother and cousin said that I just looked like Axl Rose from Guns and Roses because he always wore that kind of bandana. I prefer Jesse James, thank you very much.
-Wow, i guess not much else happened, we mostly just hung around ate junkfood (mind you we certainly worked that off) made messes and had to clean them up eventually.
-ACTUALLY! There was still ice on the lake and it was really cool! when we first got there there was ice covering the half farthest away from us but it drifted toward us by morning. The lake is huge so if you looked right it looked just like the melting arctic. Then before we left, my dad took us around in the canoe! it was like canoing in one of those punch bowls that have ice floating around in them. By us i mean nobody besides one of my cousins and me were adventurous enough to actually do it.
This is going to be a hard week. i am so frustrated when ever i think about it that i want to start throwing things. Lappy, I guess you're first. Emigga, signing off. (hurls lappy)
School Rant of 2009
15 years ago
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