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dmxratedOctober 9, 1998 (Friday)
At the end of Gym, when we came back inside, we were lined up against the wall. Tyson told me to touch someone’s ear, and I did so as well as flicking that kid.
After school today, me and my family went camping at Cedar Point. I asked Mom and Dad if me and the other kids could sit in the trailer while Dad was driving. Dad’s like “It’s not a train. We have to come to a sudden stop.” While we were in the car, I became annoying to Brian.
When we went to bed, I kept calling Brian a faggett. He was pissed off, and then Dad told me to sleep on the floor. I didn’t do it, and he gave me another chance to stay on the couch. I asked Brian “What’s a faggett?” Brian called Dad, and he told me to sleep on the other end of the couch.
October 10, 1998 (Saturday)
Today, me and the other kids rode our bikes around, and there was this hill leading to a beach. We rode our bikes down it once, and then I told Mom and Dad that I’m riding down, and Dad’s like “Okay, but you know what happened the last time.” On the hill, there was this huge puddle, and I rode right through it, and it got the sand off my tires.
What happened last time, was that somewhere in Shawnee, Pennsylvania, back when I was eight, I rode my bike down a really long hill, and fell over after reaching the bottom. This hill, however, was not nearly as long as the one in Shawnee.
When everyone was at the camp site, I asked everyone if they wanted to hear the story of “Chicken Fricken.” They said yes. I used Trikle and twisted his legs, and I’m like “Ow, you’re twisting my legs,” and then choked him and pretended he was choking. Later, me and my family were walking on the beach, and Mom and Dad asked us not to ride our bikes, but me and Brian rode them anyway, and when we got down, Dad’s like “I told ya not to bring your bikes, but you knew better than me.” So me and Brian went back to the camp site. I rode my bike all around Cedar Point and sung the music to Choco Mountain on Mario Kart 64 in my head.
Tonight, when we were going to the bathroom to brush our teeth, Dad lectured me about using words that I don’t know what they mean. He told me that if I find out, I’d become embarrassed.
Trikle: My teddy bear, which I still slept with at the time. I had other stuffed animals or Beanie Babies, which I'll note as I'll go along.
October 11, 1998 (Sunday)
This morning, Grandma Ella came to our campsite. We took a walk around Cedar Point with her, and I was lagging behind. When we got back to our campsite, we each had a jelly donut. Not much later, Dad told us we’re going to some autism museum. Mom asked me to bring my journal, but then Dad said he was just kidding about the Autism Museum. We did go to a lighthouse, though. On the way there, we saw a moraine, and Dad explained what a moraine is.
When we got to the lighthouse, we went to the top, and I looked down, and I’m like “Hey! Let’s give everyone the finger down below. We went back down, and I was gonna write it in the book under “Comments,” but I didn’t. When we got outside, me and the other kids tried rolling down a hill, and I sung the boss music to Diddy Kong Racing in my head while I was rolling down the hill. When we sat on a bench, I spat on the plants. We saw someone with her ass poking out, and Marie’s like “BPO.” I’m like “APO.” I took a drink at the water fountain, and Brian was playing around with me and pushing my head when I was drinking. I’m like “I’m Mr. Bean.” Right before I would drink some water, I would move my head away. Suddenly, Dad was running towards me, and I crouched down, and he pulled me back up and is like “Get to the car. Darn spittin’ and darn cursin’.” After we got in the suburban, we went somewhere, but I decided to stay in the suburban. While it was parked, I took $.11. When they came back, Mom’s like “Listen. If you weren’t spitting and saying ‘APO’ and saying a few curses, this wouldn’t have happened."
Tonight, I went down to the beach and was gonna write a bible school story in the sand, but it was getting dark out, and Mom and Dad were coming down to the beach. While we were coming back to the campsite, I’m like “I’m sorry for everything.”
“About what?” Mom asked.
“That’s what you do,” said Dad. “You act like a jerk, and you apologize later.”
When we got back, Brian was trying to light a fire to roast marshmallows, but the wood wouldn’t burn very well. When we were almost out of matches, Dad’s like “You’re on a desert island.” He then got one going. After we ate marshmallows, I looked up into the sky, and I’m like “Look up into the sky. You’ll be amazed how many stars there are.” Brian looked into the sky, and then we went down to the baseball diamond. Dad told us a lot of stuff about the universe while we were there.
October 12, 1998 (Monday, Columbus Day)
This morning, before we left, I went to the beach to write a bible school story in the sand.
Next game: Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire.
At the end of Gym, when we came back inside, we were lined up against the wall. Tyson told me to touch someone’s ear, and I did so as well as flicking that kid.
After school today, me and my family went camping at Cedar Point. I asked Mom and Dad if me and the other kids could sit in the trailer while Dad was driving. Dad’s like “It’s not a train. We have to come to a sudden stop.” While we were in the car, I became annoying to Brian.
When we went to bed, I kept calling Brian a faggett. He was pissed off, and then Dad told me to sleep on the floor. I didn’t do it, and he gave me another chance to stay on the couch. I asked Brian “What’s a faggett?” Brian called Dad, and he told me to sleep on the other end of the couch.
October 10, 1998 (Saturday)
Today, me and the other kids rode our bikes around, and there was this hill leading to a beach. We rode our bikes down it once, and then I told Mom and Dad that I’m riding down, and Dad’s like “Okay, but you know what happened the last time.” On the hill, there was this huge puddle, and I rode right through it, and it got the sand off my tires.
What happened last time, was that somewhere in Shawnee, Pennsylvania, back when I was eight, I rode my bike down a really long hill, and fell over after reaching the bottom. This hill, however, was not nearly as long as the one in Shawnee.
When everyone was at the camp site, I asked everyone if they wanted to hear the story of “Chicken Fricken.” They said yes. I used Trikle and twisted his legs, and I’m like “Ow, you’re twisting my legs,” and then choked him and pretended he was choking. Later, me and my family were walking on the beach, and Mom and Dad asked us not to ride our bikes, but me and Brian rode them anyway, and when we got down, Dad’s like “I told ya not to bring your bikes, but you knew better than me.” So me and Brian went back to the camp site. I rode my bike all around Cedar Point and sung the music to Choco Mountain on Mario Kart 64 in my head.
Tonight, when we were going to the bathroom to brush our teeth, Dad lectured me about using words that I don’t know what they mean. He told me that if I find out, I’d become embarrassed.
Trikle: My teddy bear, which I still slept with at the time. I had other stuffed animals or Beanie Babies, which I'll note as I'll go along.
October 11, 1998 (Sunday)
This morning, Grandma Ella came to our campsite. We took a walk around Cedar Point with her, and I was lagging behind. When we got back to our campsite, we each had a jelly donut. Not much later, Dad told us we’re going to some autism museum. Mom asked me to bring my journal, but then Dad said he was just kidding about the Autism Museum. We did go to a lighthouse, though. On the way there, we saw a moraine, and Dad explained what a moraine is.
When we got to the lighthouse, we went to the top, and I looked down, and I’m like “Hey! Let’s give everyone the finger down below. We went back down, and I was gonna write it in the book under “Comments,” but I didn’t. When we got outside, me and the other kids tried rolling down a hill, and I sung the boss music to Diddy Kong Racing in my head while I was rolling down the hill. When we sat on a bench, I spat on the plants. We saw someone with her ass poking out, and Marie’s like “BPO.” I’m like “APO.” I took a drink at the water fountain, and Brian was playing around with me and pushing my head when I was drinking. I’m like “I’m Mr. Bean.” Right before I would drink some water, I would move my head away. Suddenly, Dad was running towards me, and I crouched down, and he pulled me back up and is like “Get to the car. Darn spittin’ and darn cursin’.” After we got in the suburban, we went somewhere, but I decided to stay in the suburban. While it was parked, I took $.11. When they came back, Mom’s like “Listen. If you weren’t spitting and saying ‘APO’ and saying a few curses, this wouldn’t have happened."
Tonight, I went down to the beach and was gonna write a bible school story in the sand, but it was getting dark out, and Mom and Dad were coming down to the beach. While we were coming back to the campsite, I’m like “I’m sorry for everything.”
“About what?” Mom asked.
“That’s what you do,” said Dad. “You act like a jerk, and you apologize later.”
When we got back, Brian was trying to light a fire to roast marshmallows, but the wood wouldn’t burn very well. When we were almost out of matches, Dad’s like “You’re on a desert island.” He then got one going. After we ate marshmallows, I looked up into the sky, and I’m like “Look up into the sky. You’ll be amazed how many stars there are.” Brian looked into the sky, and then we went down to the baseball diamond. Dad told us a lot of stuff about the universe while we were there.
October 12, 1998 (Monday, Columbus Day)
This morning, before we left, I went to the beach to write a bible school story in the sand.
Next game: Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire.