happy trevor's birthday

Written 5/29/2o11

Evening, guys. I might not actually be posting this in the evening, but I’m writing it in the evening. The thing is... I don’t have Internet access where I am at the moment. I do have my laptop, however. I’m on Microsoft Word. I’m sitting on a bed, in a motor home, and I can hear the drunken banter of adults outside the window. I’m in a little place called Mesick, Michigan. To be totally honest with you I have no idea where the hell I am on the map. I asked this guy to show me on his hand where we are, like the mitten, and he ended up pointing to three different spots. He was intoxicated, though, so I guess he wasn’t the best choice of who to ask. Anyways, just google where Mesick is located. It’ll help you better with your mind image of my tale and whatnot.

*Googling*

Good. Now that you have an adequate picture in your head of my surroundings, I’ll tell you about my day. Spontaneously, at 7 in the morning, my dad’s like, let’s go to my cousin’s up north! I’m like, no, let me stay home, I’m a big girl… but my dad feared I’d throw a kegger, aaaannnnddd I was basically dragged along on this voyage. So we left at noon, and got here at 3:30. My cousin, who’s my age, of course isn’t here. Therefore I’m the only kid in the area. Hell, I’m the only one under forty in the area. It’s 11:08 p.m now. For the past so many hours I have:

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Goddamn GPS took us into a private hunting preserve and we got lost.

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Pet at least three Pomeranians.

*More bonfire.

*Been the only sober one here.

*Climbed six flights of stairs

*Fell down half a flight of stairs

The thing is, I don’t drink. Also, I’m not a smoker, and every person here is. I also don’t indulge in marijuana... and, well, I think you get the point. This place… is so in the middle of nowhere. They don't even have a McDonalds to my knowledge…

Oh, and wtf is a bombfire? Even Microsoft says it’s misspelled. People say bombfire, and I’m like, did you just say bombfire? It’s bonfire, bro. People, I swear.

Btw, my lack of posting is due to the fact that I was grounded until Friday the 27^th. That meant no car, no computer, no phone, no going anywhere. I spent a lot of time cleaning. I had tons of ideas of things to post about too. I’d be like, “Oh, that’s a great idea! I’m gonna go post about – oh, wait, nevermind.”

I GUESS I'll let you go and read another, less interesting blog.

It wouldn't be the most intelligent option, though.

I’m going to play Mahjong.