So. It was sunny. We went camping in Waterton two days ago.
The ride there was pretty horrible. I couldn’t sleep at all, because my parents and granny were arguing like mad cows again. When Chinese people speak, we must scream our asses off. It is tradition. So I ended up nearly dying for the whole car ride (I didn’t sleep for the whole day, because stupid me decided to pull and all nighter). Well, I did think that I could’ve slept in the car. But that’s only because I forgot that we were Asian. When we got there, we tried to set up the tents. There were nine of us. Our aunt brought a tent, but she forgot the actually pole things to stick it up, so it was useless. We did have another tent though, but that has some broken pieces to it. We managed to get it up, though it was really unstable. The tent was only made for 3 people, so we had to figure things out. Being the smart ass I am, I told them that all the kids (everyone under 18) should sleep in the tent. The adults agreed, thinking that there were 5 kids, when in fact legally, there were 3. That included my younger sister, my cousin and I. My older sister and her boyfriend had to sleep in the backseat of the car (I don’t know how both of them fit). But they are super skinny, like all Chinese people are supposed to be (haha!). Anyways, the adults tied one corner of the useless tent up in a tree, and they slept in that tent. I don’t know how that worked because it was basically some flat fabric on the floor with one of the corners tied up somewhere. But they managed to.
The only tent we had:
The green thing beside the guy walking is supposed to be the other tent.
Here's my dad trying to act cool by chopping wood:
We went to the park (cousin, sister and I), and my sister jumped off the swing and fell on the ground. I laughed. A couple of other toddlers arrived and they were swinging beside me. i was about to jump off my swing when a kid ran in front of me, and I almost kicked her face in. Thank god for my quick Chinese Kung Fu abilities. I managed to lift up my legs, and squealed like a pig. I missed her by 2 inches. Good thing, because I didn't want to get sued.
This is a picture of my sister, swinging into the beautiful night air like a dumb fool:
Then we went to the lake, by the town. It was pretty nice, but windy as hell. And, I can't jump even if my life depended on it.
Then we went back to the campsite, had food, and went to bed. We had a super high air mattress in our tent, and when one person moved, it was like a wave. The whole mattress moved. They were all sleeping soundly, when at 4 am I decided I needed to go to the bathroom, so I sat up and the bed moved, bouncing them around, and I woke them up. Then I headed to the bathroom. It was actually a nice day. When I got back, I woke them again, by jumping on the bed, and making them bounce up. I was also whispering to them because I couldn’t find the flashlight, even though they told me where is was five times. The next morning we packed up all of our stuff. Then we went to town, walked around, and went horseback riding.
My horse was very uncooperative and kept eating grass. Same with the five people in front of me. So, every time our horses stopped, we had to gallop to catch up with the leader again. My butt turned to mash potato that day. Also, my dad backed up his horse, while my horse was galloping, and my leg bashed into his horses’ butt. Poor, poor horse. My Chinese knee is as hard as stone. We rode on the horses for an hour. It was bad for my aunt because apparently my horse kept letting out gas, and she was right behind me. It wasn’t as bad as seeing my mom’s horse excreting waste every 5 minutes, but I did enjoy the ride.
We went back to town, but it started to rain, and so we left for home. We stopped at a dodgy looking gas station, and bought some beef jerky as well as 2 cans of energy drinks. Turns out that the energy drinks were over 6 months old. Luckily, my aunt didn’t die from drinking it. At least the cashier in the gas station was cool. He had a silver tooth. During the car ride back, I was unable to sleep again because of the wrath of Chinese voices. I was sad to go home, but there was nothing I could do about it. At least I have my mash potato-feeling butt as a souvenir.
Almost forgot. Have a deer:
The ride there was pretty horrible. I couldn’t sleep at all, because my parents and granny were arguing like mad cows again. When Chinese people speak, we must scream our asses off. It is tradition. So I ended up nearly dying for the whole car ride (I didn’t sleep for the whole day, because stupid me decided to pull and all nighter). Well, I did think that I could’ve slept in the car. But that’s only because I forgot that we were Asian. When we got there, we tried to set up the tents. There were nine of us. Our aunt brought a tent, but she forgot the actually pole things to stick it up, so it was useless. We did have another tent though, but that has some broken pieces to it. We managed to get it up, though it was really unstable. The tent was only made for 3 people, so we had to figure things out. Being the smart ass I am, I told them that all the kids (everyone under 18) should sleep in the tent. The adults agreed, thinking that there were 5 kids, when in fact legally, there were 3. That included my younger sister, my cousin and I. My older sister and her boyfriend had to sleep in the backseat of the car (I don’t know how both of them fit). But they are super skinny, like all Chinese people are supposed to be (haha!). Anyways, the adults tied one corner of the useless tent up in a tree, and they slept in that tent. I don’t know how that worked because it was basically some flat fabric on the floor with one of the corners tied up somewhere. But they managed to.
The only tent we had:
The green thing beside the guy walking is supposed to be the other tent.
Here's my dad trying to act cool by chopping wood:
We went to the park (cousin, sister and I), and my sister jumped off the swing and fell on the ground. I laughed. A couple of other toddlers arrived and they were swinging beside me. i was about to jump off my swing when a kid ran in front of me, and I almost kicked her face in. Thank god for my quick Chinese Kung Fu abilities. I managed to lift up my legs, and squealed like a pig. I missed her by 2 inches. Good thing, because I didn't want to get sued.
This is a picture of my sister, swinging into the beautiful night air like a dumb fool:
Then we went to the lake, by the town. It was pretty nice, but windy as hell. And, I can't jump even if my life depended on it.
Then we went back to the campsite, had food, and went to bed. We had a super high air mattress in our tent, and when one person moved, it was like a wave. The whole mattress moved. They were all sleeping soundly, when at 4 am I decided I needed to go to the bathroom, so I sat up and the bed moved, bouncing them around, and I woke them up. Then I headed to the bathroom. It was actually a nice day. When I got back, I woke them again, by jumping on the bed, and making them bounce up. I was also whispering to them because I couldn’t find the flashlight, even though they told me where is was five times. The next morning we packed up all of our stuff. Then we went to town, walked around, and went horseback riding.
My horse was very uncooperative and kept eating grass. Same with the five people in front of me. So, every time our horses stopped, we had to gallop to catch up with the leader again. My butt turned to mash potato that day. Also, my dad backed up his horse, while my horse was galloping, and my leg bashed into his horses’ butt. Poor, poor horse. My Chinese knee is as hard as stone. We rode on the horses for an hour. It was bad for my aunt because apparently my horse kept letting out gas, and she was right behind me. It wasn’t as bad as seeing my mom’s horse excreting waste every 5 minutes, but I did enjoy the ride.
We went back to town, but it started to rain, and so we left for home. We stopped at a dodgy looking gas station, and bought some beef jerky as well as 2 cans of energy drinks. Turns out that the energy drinks were over 6 months old. Luckily, my aunt didn’t die from drinking it. At least the cashier in the gas station was cool. He had a silver tooth. During the car ride back, I was unable to sleep again because of the wrath of Chinese voices. I was sad to go home, but there was nothing I could do about it. At least I have my mash potato-feeling butt as a souvenir.
Almost forgot. Have a deer:
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