I just got back from my "trip". I made a lot of jokes about how it would just be miserable and that I would be tortured by my insane, distant family members. Well, that did happen. I was ridiculed for my intrests once again, and tormented as well. You would think that a 19 year old would get a little more respect....well, now they went and chased me with pellet guns for about a mile, shooting me in the back, leg, arm, and almost in the face. That sucker fires 6 shots per second and hurts like shell. Then, my IDOTIC. RETARDED, SIMPLE MINDED, FAT, LITTLE, FOOL of a cousin almost blows my head off with a real gun. I wasn't wearing my orange out in the woods, but he saw me, knew it was me, and thought it would be funny to shoot one (full size rifle) by me to scare the crap out of me. Well, the little buzzard shot a little closer than he intended, close enough for me to hear the zing of the bullet before the bang. I jump, scared flat to death, then turn around to see that fat little sucker drop the gun, run like the coward he is, and tell his big fat macho dad that I was shooting at him. After I was yelled at, I waited for a while and then beat the crap out of the little sucker. Then on the way home, my allergies act up, and the fog and rain don't help either. Now I'm dog sick, sitting here writing this post, about to go catch up on two weeks of TMNT and the other stuff. I am done with this family reunion garbage. Screw it. They wan't me to come back, then they can disown that little *can't think of word vile enough* and send him off to military school. It's so good being home.
