camping wasn't what i expected. it wasn't all that fun. people were ridiculously loud and a really gross kid was trying to get all up in my shit. i came home in the middle of the night. the next day, i told my dad that i drink sometimes and he was cool with it. so chill is my dad now.
jess is coming home today and tomorrow, my sister is coming up
i am going camping tomorrow and it's going to be fun. i almost don't care if we don't get any booze because then bumbling around in the woods at night won't be so scary. (i have whiskey so i can have jack and coke but i just don't enjoy it anymore. it's too raw.)
today, for the first time ever, i called in sick to work. thankfully, i don't like the fourth of july so it all worked out well. i watched tv and slept and watched tv. i have tomorrow and friday off (i think... i don't know if i owe anyone since i didn't work today), i think i'm going to clean my room.