So I'm kinda really really happy that it's cold outside! For Michigan summer (2010 esp.) 70 degrees is like freaking winter time so I was excited
I attempted to go camping last weekend, in a tent, and that did not work out too well AS I EXPECTED.
So we get to the campsite place after a 4 hour car ride in a car that is literally PACKED with sleeping bags, a tent, bags, food, shoes, God knows what else, and then the guy goes "Oh there's no more spots left." Like honestly? Who waits until 5 minutes before you get to the campground to ask if there's spots? So we go to this other place and it's next to a graveyard and I'm like WOO MY FAVOURITE.. no. And we're driving to the lot and it's really busy in the front of the park, so I'm like "Oh there's people here it can't be that bad," and then we keep going and going and we enter the "Rustic Lots" LIKE HONESTLY? UGHHHH. AND THEN it starts to storm, and I'm freaking out I'm like "OMG WE'RE GONNA DIE GOD HELP US" so I'm sitting in the car while Patricia and Slava are trying to put up the tent, and Julia's freaking out, not as much as me though.. So I try to distract myself by going to the bathroom (thank GOD there were bathrooms) and I walk in and the ceiling is covered with moths and spiders and I have no clue what else, and there's a frog sitting outside the door waiting to come in and like KILL me or something.. but there was indoor plumbing so that was one thing the camp had going for it. So we set up the tent and I'm singing the Bed Intruder song which I am sure you have all heard of by now, and we have these two king size air mattresses, and I'm like "Oh they're big this will be lovely" so I put my blanket and my blue fuzzy pillow on the bed and I want to go to sleep but it is like pouring buckets outside and I'm like "crap what if the tent falls over and I die and all my precious belongings i.e. my Oasis t-shirt and my iPod blow away," so I'm panicking. And then the air mattress is deflating all night, so I'm on the ground by 4 am, and I can't reach the air pump because Julia's rolling over on top of me the whole night.. UGH and then her dog which I despise was sleeping next to us the whole night waiting to attack me. THEN the next day there's like 60 mile an hour winds, and the tent is flapping around, and the food tent fell over like 5 times, and I'm getting complained at because I "sleep weird" which, in my defense, I do NOT. So I sleeptalk. And I put the blanket over my head causing people to think I'm suffocating, and I refuse to cover my legs or feet with the blanket, and I change positions a lot BUT SO FREAKING WHAT at least I don't sleepCOOK or start fires or something. Like really.
I'm rambling and I am pretty sure none of you care about this so I will go back to watching Big Brother and obsessing over my lovely, lovely Matt (Who 90% of America hates).
IT'S THE LAST NIGHT OF SUMMER WAAAH D:
And it's three in the morning, which is the latest I'll be awake for quite some time like fml. I can't wake up at 5:30 in the freaking morning everyday, I mean do they want me to die? Gosh.
Goodbye my loves<3