I just got back home a few days ago.

And to be honest, it wasn't all that bad. But I wasn't dead-set on avoiding this trip. I was missing my relatives and I actually wanted to go down there. It was really fun, to be sure. I just wish there were more people my age.

My first sight on arrival was not floods of my family members all waiting to embrace My sister and me, nor was it a welcoming hug from a few people that missed us last time. No. It was a ra'coon. Oh, yeah. A live frakkin' ra'coon. It was adorable, but so anti-climatic...
So, we walk in the house and there's my Uncle... Eatting fresh watermelon. Oh, I shit you not. My country side of my family is THAT stereotypical. And I discovered what the adorable ra'coon was for... She wasn't in a cage so he could keep her as a pet... She was FOOD. Yeah. He was fattening her up!

I made sure to give him a stern talking to, and he promised to keep her. Not eat her. Which, unintentionally, rhymes.

But, I digress. We drove then to a middle school and got everything ready for the dance they were having that night. It was for grades 6th-12th, so we were assumed to be attending. And, dispite my usual attitude towards other people, actually wanted to go. It'd be nice to meet new people from the country. See how they go about things and whatnot. After we got all the ice, the drinks, the snakes and the candy in line (not before taking a bit of our own), we were sent back to the neighborhood. Then we went over to my Aunt Ca's* house and ate food and was merry. It was extremely cold, though, so when the time came to make beds and stuff, I decided to go back to my grandma's house (now owned by my uncle when she passed) and stay there while my sister stayed at Aunt Ca's with the younger children: A 9 year old who looked twelve, a thriteen year old with a bust size nearing mine (crazy), and an 8 year old with a candy addiction. I'm gald I left too.

The next morning [the 4th of July], I was awoken woke up at the ripe hour of eight o' clock. They sent me over to my Aunt Ca's house while they got everything ready for the cookout and grilled. I just sat around and talked to people, one being Tina, a woman with an affinity for the afterlife and claims to beable to "See" the supernatural.

And for a good while, we talked. About how she went to an all-girl's public high school in the north, how she would smoke weed like crazy and get by with only Cs to her name, how she wasn't all that close with her mother until after college, how she found God on a Sunday suddenly, and went somber and everything, broke up with her dead-beat boyfriend, and vowed to be substinant to keep her body pure until she got married. How she sees visions of things that are soon to happen, and how she felt as though she was floating through space, but as soon as she realized it, she was back in her room, lying on here bed in a cold sweat.

She tells me these are the wonders of God, and that if I find him as soon as I can.

Well, I have to go. Mother yelling at me. I'll finish this later.
Later Days.



*it's either CAL or CAB, but I can never tell, because they finish her name without pronoucing the last letter, so I'm left guessing. It's probably Cab, since her name is Cabaleria, but people do weird things. I have another Aunt who's name is Cordia, but they call her Codice. Weird. So I just say "Ca", because that's how it sounds like it's pronouced to me.