| Nyooo... This weekend was alright, I guess. The only thing that I didn't like is the little sickness that I had... have... and all the aches and pains I still have.
Started the camping experience after school. I wanted to do some of my homework instead of going with my mommy to pick up the little'uns. But I got a little too lazy and started playing Pocky and Rocky 2. So we headed off. Destination: KOA. I don't know what that stands for either, and I didn't bother to ask. I slept on the way there; I didn't know that it only took us about 30 minutes or less to get there. It was nothing special on that Friday night. After unloading all the stuff, we ate... ate... uhh... adobo! There we go... It was pretty good. It was all tender n stuff... mmm mmm good. Then we (as in me, Matchu, Jared, and Micah) went to the little playground near the bathrooms and started jumping off that platform thing at the end of the climbing wall. Well, not all of us. Matchu and Jared started it. They sort of forced me. It didn't really hurt. I was thinking of landing on my body. But I changed my mind.
After coming back to the porch swing, It gave me time to think. I tried to look up into the stars... nothing. It was blocked off by the roof. There weren't any stars out in the first place. Stupid San Diego smog. At least we weren't in LA or Chicago or wherever they have like... smog clouds. Anyway, thinking is really healthy. What did I think about, you ask? I don't know; I'm not telling. Go sue me if you want. But those lawyer people charge a lot. I'm just warning you beforehand.
Next day, we went swimming in the morning, after eating breakfast. That was some pretty fun stuff. We would transfer from the pool, then to the spa, and back. I think the highlight of that swimming session was that one reversible bed/recliner in the pool. We would start diving and such. Pretty coel. We also rented one of those 8-person bike things. I ditched the little'uns and Matchu because I got tired and hungry. But that was coel, too. I forgot what we did after that... Eventually, Paul was able to come, so that was coel. Went back to the pool. Found that the inflatable bed thing was flat. I cried. Just kidding. It was a different experience swimming in the dark. I tried looking around underwater. I couldn't see for crap. We weren't able to go to the spa thing 'cause the parents came, telling us that we had to go. It was barbecue that night. Mmm... barbecue. Everything seemed so juicy... and tender... and fattening. There was barbecued chicken, barbecued pork, and barbecue chips. Barbecued soda sounds bad to drink.
Night again. I got tired even faster. Everyone was out playing or something while I was just sitting on the porch swing thing by myself. Same roof blocking my view of the sky above me; same San Diego smog covering the celestial lights. So I just went to my bed and slept, not wanting to go deep into thought because of the unwanted memories that might come flying back to my head... and my heart. Ara... how corny.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a full bladder. I stayed up, thinking that I could hold it. I'm not sure what time it was, however, because I didn't have my watch on. So I waited... and waited... and waited... but I couldn't take it. The urine was crying out, "Let me out! Let me out!" So I went to the back of the cabin where the "forest" and just let it all out. Went back to the cabin and slept for about three more hours. Oh yeah... we went swimming again, in the morming. I was still sad because the inflatable play toy was still flat. We played for a while... probably about two hours or so. Yeah.
I went to sleep when I went home. More sleep = yay. I'm still sore from sleeping and I still have a headache. It hurts like a b*tch when I sneeze. My abs hurt whenever I sneeze. I think I'm supposed to have a six-pack or something, but there's like... layers of fat there. Maybe it's because of what I'm eating. Yeah, I would eat fatty things, hoping that my arms would get even a little meaty. I can already touch my wrist bones. So I eat fat from pig. It doesnt work. It doesn't go down to my ankles either. It jus settles in my stomach and arse. How sad... Well, I'm here right now, sweating or perspiring, whatever you want to call it. I'm super sweaty, I'm on the verge of taking my shirt and pants off. Yeah... This reminds me of... well... fish in Seafood City. How they're all slimy and stuff. The difference between them and me is that they're dead and I'm not. Sucks to you, bottom dwellers. |
