~LolaCalamity

Yay! Time for a cottage blog! I was going to write one when i was actually up north (in Muskoka) since the laundromat we go to there has wireless internet, but my dad was using the laptop for work the whole time. Then once we got home, my brother comandeered the computer so he could download a bunch of old-school rap. He's at work* right now so i finally get to write the long-awaited blog.

The drive up was uneventfull, like ususal. The most interesting thing was the satellite radio that came with my dad's new car. It's a company car so we wern't allowed to choose which features we wanted. Instead of a towing package, we got satellite radio. Personally, i love the satellite radio; it has a punk station and a bunch of comedy stations so i'm all set. For most of the drive up, we alternated between the punk station, the comedy stations and this one oldies station that played way too many Eagles songs.

Unfortunately, my cousins were up north too, at their cottage which is just down the river form ours. Well, it's not really a cottage; it's just a trailer on property that they bought. Everyday they canoe or drive over to our cottage, eat all our food, drink all our beer (just my uncle, not the rest of them) and basically ruin our vacation any way they can. And they're REALLY loud. Almost as loud as the girls across the river (we call them Harpies) but that's another story. The people next door can probably tell when they're here, not from their car in the driveway but from the sound of Curt cackling madly as he plays Atari. Yes, we have an Atari and for some reason my oldest cousin, Curt, thinks Combat (the tank game) is the most hilarious thing ever. Then there's my uncle. He's a cop and likes to brag loudly about arresting and beating people. Add in Alicia, who's always in a bad mood and Birttany, who's farts stink like you wounldn't believe and you can see why i hate when they come over and expect us to entertain them. Their mom (my aunt) is the only one i'm not ashamed to be realated to. Brit and Alicia aren't that bad either, if you take away their gas and attitude. Although it sucks to go shopping with them since they're obsessed with brand names. With them, it's "Roxy this" and "Hollister that". They even painted symbols from brand names on the benches we were asked to "decorate",like a weird shrine to capitalism so i'll always be reminded that the wrold surrounding the cottage is one full of consumer whores. Sickening...

The cottage isn't that bad when my cousins aren't there, though. I get to swim in the river every day and there's always things for me to paint. This time, i painted a giant daisy on a chair and decorated some old plates. For most of the week, I did the same things i do every visit to the cottage but while wearing a ton of bugspray. The blackflies and mosquitoes were horrible this year (i knew i forgot to mention something!). I don't know what it is about my blood that atracts them, but those annoying little fuckers love it. I was COVERED in swollen, bloody bites! They even got my right eyelid so for a few days, my eye was almost swollen shut.

Except for the blackflies and my cousins, i'd say it was a pretty good vacation. Now that i think about it, this blog sounds a lot like the cottage one from last year.

Glad to be back,

ŁΦĻά


* That's kinda sad, my little brother has a job and i don't (i just babysit ). Him and his friend are working for his friend's dad's lawn care company.