my book of regrets // rants

buzz buzz motherfuckers

so here's what's been going on

school gets out, a week of doing nothing, sitting around the house, next week, Minnesota for four days, in a motorhome, with a thunderstorm that rained out the first night of the reason we were there.

fly home, two days later, to a beach with my moms friends, where we stayed in this little house that they rented for two nights.

a week of nothing, I started going to the gym everyday with my dad after he got off of work.

Fourth of July, I go to the beach for five days, left the day before the Fourth (it seems ridiculous but the fourth was on a tuesday and I had been there for far too long with my annoying cousins, I was ready to leave and my parents had to work that day)

next week, drive 5 hours to LA (with an hour delay from a crash on the freeway, with our luck our plane was delayed an hour as well), fly out to Minnesota again at 12am, get pulled over at 3am in wisconsin for a broken taillight on a rental car as we were on our way to a farm we kept our stuff at. drove the next day back to Minneapolis to get a hotel room, to which we had to wait for two hours for, so we visited the mall of america, got the room, went back to the mall, saw a movie that ended at 10:00 pm, woke up at midnight to pick my sister up from the airport, woke up at 6am and drove to Iowa, watched tractor pulls and stayed in a motorhome in the middle of a cornfield for two nights, began driving home.

motorhome overheats as we drove through Utah, breaks down multiple times through the middle of the night in vegas, I catch a ride with my uncle back home at 1 am, get home at 6 am, took like a 4 hour nap, woke up and took Benadryl (thats when it got weird as fuck), passed out at 9:00, woke up sick.

had to clean out the motorhome, all of the old moldy food and other people's clothes (with no ac, while being sick) dad gets home and makes me go to the gym, I snap at him because of extra things going on the side of being sick, I get back home and for what felt like only 30 minutes, I went over to somebody's house to rant and get everything out, just before getting a call from my cousin, asking me to go to the beach again.

now keep in mind when my cousin calls me, it usually means she wants me to babysit. so I expect to be dealing with her bratty kids and playing non-consensual monopoly (man, do I fucking hate monopoly)

and that's where I am now, after only 10 hours of being home, I'm writing this at 12:00 am at the beach.

needless to say I miss my uke

(also the title is supposed to mean I'm a busy bee ahaha I hate myself)