I think that this blog is quicky becoming only an outlet for negative energy and complaints, I apologize, judge all you want, but you're choosing to read it.
I have discovered the #1 way to torture your teenager; family camping trips. FREQUENT family camping trips, made possible year-round with a trailor.
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.
I can't think of anything more unappealing or boring than sitting in front of a fire for five days, staring at some trees, and engaging in awkward small-talkish conversations. Don't get me wrong, I love nature. And I don't really mind my family that much. And fire is great. But all of these to an extent, 5 days exceeding that extent terribly. We're all crammed in a tiny space, with no personal space, bad hygene, and everything smells like smoke. I need my own space, and a lot of it, as well as freedom. Kidnapping me and dragging me into the middle of the woods to survive quality family time for about 120 hours is not freedom. I can't see my boyfriend, I can't do what I want; and what I can do is limited. I have no alternatives to this problem that just keeps popping up (4th time since March!) So this week I'm missing a day and a half of school (the last day until dead week) so I can go endure camping. >:(
I don't feel like writing any more, basically I HATE CAMPING.
"I'm going to be gone on Friday, I'm going camping."
"AGAIN?!?" <--- this is everybodys response.
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