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dmxratedOctober 24, 1998 (Saturday)
Today, me and my family went camping at Indian Island. When we got there, me and the other kids rode our bikes along the road. Then I went down to the beach, and on the way there, I picked a stemful of berries and held out my arm while carrying it. When I got to the beach, some little kid came up to me and asked me if she could keep them. I gave them to her.
While I was at the beach, I wrote “BIG FAT ASS” in the sand and drew an ass, and then I drew someone’s big coneshaped nose and tried to make it as big a possible.
Later, Dad moved to a different camp site because someone nearby was blasting their radio very loudly.
Tonight, Brian and Marie ate a lot of the cookies that we had, and then I had the last of them. I then talked to Mom about Summer Camp.
Namely, the first day of Summer Camp, where things did not exactly start on a bang. First, in music, where Quinton, the music counselor, insisted that our group sing several "baby songs". Then, during the second sports round, where we played kickball, even though we had already played that the same morning. Finally, some relay where we were supposed to run some distance, come back, and then the next kid in line runs; the sports counselor just purposely gave the younger kids less distance to run than our group. The next morning, when we came back, I gave our group counselor Corinne the finger when she had us sing If You're Happy and You Know It (mentioned on the 7th of September.
“Why did we have to have squash instead of tacos?” I asked her.
“Because I felt like it,” she said.
“The day after that, Brian and the other kids asked Quinton to play ‘On Top of Spaghetti,’” and then we sung ‘On top of Mount Smokey.’” She laughed a bit. I asked her something about Homer Simpson, and then Dad’s like “You see, that’s why we don’t let you watch that stuff. The Simpsons, Beavis and Butthead,”. A few minutes later, Dad was gonna take us to go see the stars, but I refused to come with him at first. I had a little bit of an argument with him.
“What do you care if I just get lost?” I asked while we were arguing.
“Because, we gotta look for you,” he said.
Mom’s like “Maybe he’s just mad because you yelled at him.
“You know what I was talking about? Homer Simpson, Beavis and Butthead? You’re looking up to the wrong people.”
“Why don’t I just be like Dail Bernacki?”
Dail was one of our next door neighbors, eight years older than me. From what Mom once told me and the other kids, he "decided he didn't have to listen to anyone".
“There’s another person you’re looking up to for the wrong reason. You want me to tell you?”
“What?”
“Dail.”
When we got down to the beach, Dad pointed out to the Milky Way for us.
“You see that cloud over there? That’s the Milky Way. And every one of those stars represents one of the galaxies in our universe.”
I threw a rock while we were at the beach, and it created a spark. So Dad and Brian also tried it. We didn’t stay at the beach to look at the stars as long as we did the last time because there were so many lights across the water. When we came back to the camp site, we roasted marshmallows. Dad’s like “You should look up to Doug, because he’s smart.”
October 25, 1998 (Sunday)
This morning, I went down to the beach with Brian. He’s like “You should try Goldeneye. It’s got a lot of guns, and you can ride a tank, and…”
Later this morning, we left. We took a shortcut at the place where Dad took us to go sledding years ago. While we were in the car, we were listening to oldies, and it was playing some song with some of the words as “T-bon, that’s enough fractions,” and then it was playing some song with a xylophone in it.
When we got home, my middle-right knuckle hurt. It was all purple. Mom looked at it, and she’s like “Oh my god, it looks as round as a marble.”
I played Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire, and I was looking for all 15 Challenge Points in Gall Spaceport, but I only found 14 of them.
Later on, Brian was watching the end of this movie called My Stepmother is an Alien, and I also watched. Then we watched Are You Afraid of the Dark?:
A boy went near a pot of soup and tasted some, and the chef’s like “Did you taste my soup?” Some girl’s like “No, he was just near the stove.” The chef walked him to a room and put him on a cot, and there appeared to be a gargoyle and an axe swinging back and forth. In the end, the girl told the boy not to think about what scares him, and all of it was gone.
I took a bath to see if it will make my knuckle better. While I was bathing, Dad knocked on the door, and he’s like “You know how your knuckle got swollen?” I’m like “What?” He’s like “It’s from sticking up your middle finger.”
I played Super Mario Bros. 2, and while I was playing, Dad told the family “You know what the problem with Mario is? He’s never going anywhere in particular. Not like James Bond.”
Next game: Super Mario World. With this game, my objective was to "be careful and patient", walking all the way through each level and not taking one hit, without turning the game off. The furthest I ever got with this gameplay style was about a level or two before Morton's Castle, but today, I'm just gonna play the game normally.
Back to the present.
I managed to buy a second Game Boy Advance off of Amazon.com, for a total of $20 not even. Even though the Nintendo DS has a slot specifically designed to play GBA games, these things are still going for $30+ on Ebay. Let's do the math: I already have a GBA and a GameShark taking up some space, I can't make a regular income right now, putting 2, 2, and 2 together, here's an opportunity to make a few bucks. Once I'm done trading Pokemon among game paks, I can then sell both my GBAs, my GameShark, my game link cables, and my Jirachi Wishmaker promotional disk.
I also finally got my own laptop. Hopefully, it will have the requirements for uploading VHS content, but I'll have to get around to asking Brian how that's done.
Today, me and my family went camping at Indian Island. When we got there, me and the other kids rode our bikes along the road. Then I went down to the beach, and on the way there, I picked a stemful of berries and held out my arm while carrying it. When I got to the beach, some little kid came up to me and asked me if she could keep them. I gave them to her.
While I was at the beach, I wrote “BIG FAT ASS” in the sand and drew an ass, and then I drew someone’s big coneshaped nose and tried to make it as big a possible.
Later, Dad moved to a different camp site because someone nearby was blasting their radio very loudly.
Tonight, Brian and Marie ate a lot of the cookies that we had, and then I had the last of them. I then talked to Mom about Summer Camp.
Namely, the first day of Summer Camp, where things did not exactly start on a bang. First, in music, where Quinton, the music counselor, insisted that our group sing several "baby songs". Then, during the second sports round, where we played kickball, even though we had already played that the same morning. Finally, some relay where we were supposed to run some distance, come back, and then the next kid in line runs; the sports counselor just purposely gave the younger kids less distance to run than our group. The next morning, when we came back, I gave our group counselor Corinne the finger when she had us sing If You're Happy and You Know It (mentioned on the 7th of September.
“Why did we have to have squash instead of tacos?” I asked her.
“Because I felt like it,” she said.
“The day after that, Brian and the other kids asked Quinton to play ‘On Top of Spaghetti,’” and then we sung ‘On top of Mount Smokey.’” She laughed a bit. I asked her something about Homer Simpson, and then Dad’s like “You see, that’s why we don’t let you watch that stuff. The Simpsons, Beavis and Butthead,”. A few minutes later, Dad was gonna take us to go see the stars, but I refused to come with him at first. I had a little bit of an argument with him.
“What do you care if I just get lost?” I asked while we were arguing.
“Because, we gotta look for you,” he said.
Mom’s like “Maybe he’s just mad because you yelled at him.
“You know what I was talking about? Homer Simpson, Beavis and Butthead? You’re looking up to the wrong people.”
“Why don’t I just be like Dail Bernacki?”
Dail was one of our next door neighbors, eight years older than me. From what Mom once told me and the other kids, he "decided he didn't have to listen to anyone".
“There’s another person you’re looking up to for the wrong reason. You want me to tell you?”
“What?”
“Dail.”
When we got down to the beach, Dad pointed out to the Milky Way for us.
“You see that cloud over there? That’s the Milky Way. And every one of those stars represents one of the galaxies in our universe.”
I threw a rock while we were at the beach, and it created a spark. So Dad and Brian also tried it. We didn’t stay at the beach to look at the stars as long as we did the last time because there were so many lights across the water. When we came back to the camp site, we roasted marshmallows. Dad’s like “You should look up to Doug, because he’s smart.”
October 25, 1998 (Sunday)
This morning, I went down to the beach with Brian. He’s like “You should try Goldeneye. It’s got a lot of guns, and you can ride a tank, and…”
Later this morning, we left. We took a shortcut at the place where Dad took us to go sledding years ago. While we were in the car, we were listening to oldies, and it was playing some song with some of the words as “T-bon, that’s enough fractions,” and then it was playing some song with a xylophone in it.
When we got home, my middle-right knuckle hurt. It was all purple. Mom looked at it, and she’s like “Oh my god, it looks as round as a marble.”
I played Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire, and I was looking for all 15 Challenge Points in Gall Spaceport, but I only found 14 of them.
Later on, Brian was watching the end of this movie called My Stepmother is an Alien, and I also watched. Then we watched Are You Afraid of the Dark?:
A boy went near a pot of soup and tasted some, and the chef’s like “Did you taste my soup?” Some girl’s like “No, he was just near the stove.” The chef walked him to a room and put him on a cot, and there appeared to be a gargoyle and an axe swinging back and forth. In the end, the girl told the boy not to think about what scares him, and all of it was gone.
I took a bath to see if it will make my knuckle better. While I was bathing, Dad knocked on the door, and he’s like “You know how your knuckle got swollen?” I’m like “What?” He’s like “It’s from sticking up your middle finger.”
I played Super Mario Bros. 2, and while I was playing, Dad told the family “You know what the problem with Mario is? He’s never going anywhere in particular. Not like James Bond.”
Next game: Super Mario World. With this game, my objective was to "be careful and patient", walking all the way through each level and not taking one hit, without turning the game off. The furthest I ever got with this gameplay style was about a level or two before Morton's Castle, but today, I'm just gonna play the game normally.
Back to the present.
I managed to buy a second Game Boy Advance off of Amazon.com, for a total of $20 not even. Even though the Nintendo DS has a slot specifically designed to play GBA games, these things are still going for $30+ on Ebay. Let's do the math: I already have a GBA and a GameShark taking up some space, I can't make a regular income right now, putting 2, 2, and 2 together, here's an opportunity to make a few bucks. Once I'm done trading Pokemon among game paks, I can then sell both my GBAs, my GameShark, my game link cables, and my Jirachi Wishmaker promotional disk.
I also finally got my own laptop. Hopefully, it will have the requirements for uploading VHS content, but I'll have to get around to asking Brian how that's done.