Side note: soo uhhhh I made this a while ago. Like.. A week-ish ago, and I made it and somehow FORGOT TO MAKE IT PUBLIC 💔💔💔💔 So erm slightly outdated rant go!

Hi.

My bad for posting something concerning and then disappearing for a while.

I'm alive. Yeah.

So! I disappeared because I went on vacation. To Northern areas in America. I genuinely dunno where bro 💔💔💔

Forgive me if my spelling is ass I'm tired asl

So. Me and my familial unit consisting of Duke Of Dingus, Mother, Bonus Father (aka step dad), and sibling. Drove in a long ass roadtrip where Duke was whining the whole time because he yet to have any good experience with cars. I got snacks though so that's tuff.

We had voyaged out on SATURDAY. When we arrived at the cabin the goal was simp!e. Unpack, settle in, eat dinner. There was two rooms, each with bunk beds. My parents took one room, me n my sibling took the other. Mother went out to smoke a blunt while in a Kayak on the lake, and interact with grandfather. We had to leave to go to my uncles cabin, where he had dinner out. I must admit, I was being a bitch Saturday. I hadn't fully recovered from a wildly overstimulating event with my partner night previous (nothing freaky, just very loud), and my mental breakdown when I had gotten home friday. Soooo...... Yeah. I was a pessimistic little shit Saturday.

Sunday was much better. Sleeping, and waking up without being yelled at or much noise at all was a great brain reset. In the morning we were lazy, and learned that Duke has HUGE abandonment issues. Like full on panic attack the moment ONE person leaves the house. Poor buddy (I resent his past owners with all my heart and soul). Anyway, halfway through the day Mother returned and we all got ready to go kayaking! First we introduced Duke to the lake. In which he jumped around, but the water, and barked at it. I quite enjoyed it. It would've been better if I wasn't forced to keep pace with familial unit... Which I failed miserably at. Eventually I gave up and just went my own path lwky. Mother and stepfather left earlier because father had grabbed the wrong paddle, so he got worn out quicker, and mother had Duke in her kayak who was whining the entire time. (it was because he drank the whole damn lake 💔). Me and my brother stayed out. Annoyed each other. At one point I almost capsized. Jolly good fun. Messed around with lillies. Yeah. Swag. Idk. We returned eventually where there was a group of elderly men on a boat. Apparently one had lost his rod in the water. I do hope he found it. Even if they did call me young lady. (Grr grr non gender affirmative stranger)... Can't hate them for that though. I got a girly build and voice and they're old as shit. I decided to sleep in the living room that night because sharing A room with my sibling felt weird idk.

Monday wasssss........... Uhhhh...... Thoughts. Words. Actions. Yes. Hello? Can I stop having memory loss? Well. hurmmm, was that the fishing day? Yes it was. My bad I'm mentally fried. I am not cooking I am burning down the kitchen. Anyway! My mother took me out and we went on a canoe together to fish. The primary goals were; Visit the now dead cabins of mothers past, and check up on a bird that my sibling had accidentally got tangled up while fishing. We paddled outward, first stop was a completely collapsed cabin. Now I never knew the man, nor is it my right to share her memories so imma leave it at that. Second cabin had been taken over and revamped. Though we didn't get to look because that was someone's cabin. Went to a few different fishing spots and managed to catch everything but fish. Pants leg, eachother, lillies, A tree. Was great. All the fish, trust. Before we hit the final destination the canoe seat decided it was the PERFECT time to completely break. It was a struggle padding from the bottom off the canoe, but we did just turn back around and eventually get back. Upon reentry of the cabin I phased between consciousness and unconsciousness in bad. We had mac N cheese that night, and then my extended familial unit came over to do Smores.

Tuesday me and my brother went out on the water like 1 pm ish. In a two person kayak. We were fishing but also we kept drifting. I caught a smallmouth bass. Yeah. Tuff. Idk. Later that day I got put in the big boat with my grandpa, mother, brother, and uncle. In that, I was the only person to not catch a fish 😔😔

Wednesday we packed and left.

Tuff. Yeah. Fun fact I fell asleep halfway through writing this. Anyway I got shit to do, sooo bye bye my lobsters!!!! May the fits be tuff, and the body be so tea the British might invade.

Also like not so jolly side note? All my conversations with my parental units keep becoming about politics and the rapidly declining state of USA and yes it's important to talk about but also it's genuinely starting to affect my mental health. I need to be able to have a conversation with them that brings me joy. Not 'oh yeah btw inflation sucks' or 'GUESS WHAT THE CRUSTY DUSTY MUSTY CHEETO DID THIS TIME??'. I used to actually ENJOY talking about such but now it is ALL THEY TALK ABOUT and I brought it up 'hey can we not talk about politics for once' 'well that's just the world we live in'.... NOT HELPING PAL. idk. It's pissing me off.