So, i'm not going to the cottage anymore, as i hoped. I switched my schedule back to normal last night before Tara left, so it was official long before then, even though I only found out just before I left to work.
Yeah, it blows.
outside of that trip-to-the-cottage-that-will-never-be, There were two other things I was going to do this summer
 A) the Bonarlaw Bash
 B) a cornroast august 22.
 
thats it.
 
of course, add in regular work hours, visits to see my dad whenever I can, other possible get togethers with friends that I cannot see right now, etc etc... still a shitty summer, you know it.
well, i suppose taking away one thing won't make it all go downt he drain. But I was still looking forward to this trip.
it's not that we're not going either, as much as it is my parents. If they had talked to me about it first, We might have gone still, or at least it wouldn't have been so sudden. But they didn't.
their excuse was that they would wait for when there would be more time
(Our original trip would have been one day of travelling four hours to the lake, one day not travelling, and one day of travelling four hours home).
but, heres the problem:
It's impossible for me to get more time. I had switched things around the most i could have with tara, and I couldn't take saturday off. it's impossible for me to get saturday off, just switch for a different shift. thats all.
they also wanted to go the long weekend, the weekend i still have to work, and have the big bash.
yeah, fuck that, i'd rather party than have to explain all over again that it's not possible. unless, of course, they want to leave me and go alone. which i would understand, they always do that, and i have work, why should I hold them back?
 
grrrrr
 
I'm so pissed off at them right now. mostly gord because it's easier and likely his idea, but at my mom too. RRRRRRRRRRR, why the fuck couldn't they have talked to me instead?
 
idiots
 
I must have learned certain morals and sense ahead of time. hah.
 
god, i told my mom this stuff (pretty much), and she said "We can go to the beach sometime"
 
hah, NO
 
this is why I wanted to go to the cottage and not to the beach:
the cottage is on a private lake. in other words, no screaming, crying, wining children, no old people, just me, my family, and the lake. a perfectly CLEAN lake in the hills, at that. perfect place to swim alone... unlike the beach.
 
that was a good vent, as usual.
 
i'm in the middle of backing up my music right now, having burned two mp3 cds... i need more cds though. i'm only getting started on Led Zeppelin stuff, and I'll be luckly to make it to the end of Pink Floyd on that same CD. need more spacage......
 
anyhoo, time for me to go waste another day here, in the living room, etc etc... I should move to dads, or something. that would be much more worthwhile than this effing house and it's people.
 
ciao...