My Random Journal of Thoughts

~Becoming a Redneck~

~Becoming a Redneck~

A.N.- OKAY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS FRICKIN JOURNAL OR ANY OF MY STORIES IN FOREVER DON'T KILL ME PLEASE

Don't just see the redneck inside of you, be the redneck.

        Last week I went on vacation in the Poconos (for the people living under a rock or not familiar with Pennsylvania) and well, it was to say the least interesting. Interesting things I've learned about the Poconos- they have crazy ass thunderstorms, ALWAYS wear bug spray (I learned the hard way by getting a huge bug bite on my leg), you have to drive half an hour away to get a hairbrush and female hygienic shit, the mountains are beautiful, playing 'Deal or No Deal' is a ritual, and surfing is frickin awesome.

About the rednecks. 

        It all started with a board game. My friend and her sister wanted to play one of the many board games in the basement of the house we were renting. Naturally we chose 'You May Be a Redneck If...' because, come on, we might as well! The game was somewhat confusing at first, but once we got the hang of it, it consisted of taking our shoes off, getting old recliners and satellite dishes from flea markets, and calling me Vern for the rest of the game. Which turned into the rest of the week- and probably forever.

It was the greatest decision I have ever made in my fourteen years of living. 

        During the week of my redneck-ness, I got a cowboy hat, ate jerky and barbecue, went to a rodeo, took a bath in a mud pit, rode a horse, and danced with drunk bachelorettes at a restaurant. Try to guess which ones I'm lying... :D

PS- @lifebysarah 's name is Sara Lee!