Chronicles of 7th Grade: Acadia, part 3
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dmxratedThe last part of our stay at Acadia National Park. I was really glad to go home on Tuesday, after not being able to play Super Mario RPG for more than a week. Driving upstate for more than a week so that I'm deprived of video games? Not my idea of a vacation.
July 11, 1999 (Sunday)
This morning, Lauren told us about this dream that she had. She was with her friends, singing songs by NSync and 98˚, and then it started to rain something. She stopped to let us guess what it was raining, and I guessed Duckbutt. She said yes, and some stuff happened. Brian lost his head, but got it replaced with a Duckbutt, I started collecting Duckbutts, and Marie collected Dotty the Dalmations.
After she finished telling us her dream, I went into the camper, and Mom’s like “I know what you want. Stories about Duckbutt.”
July 12, 1999
Today, we went to Sand Beach. I brought my Super Mario RPG player’s guide, a pen, and some loose-leaf paper with me. I wasn’t gonna go into the water because it’s always too cold. When we left, I didn’t need to take a shower since I didn’t go swimming.
Later on, Dad took all of us out to some town. Most of it was pretty boring, but we did get pizza and ice cream. Brian wanted to buy some Pokemon cards, but Dad tried to talk him out of it. However, Mom said she didn’t mind. He opened up his pack when he and I sat down on a bench, and he got Porygon and a Trainer card that I call Old Man & Farfetch’d. He’s like “Who’s da man, I’m da man!”
After we came home, we kids went to the amphitheater, where some park ranger sang songs and the audience sang along. One of them was an original version of Old McDonald and he said that that’s actually the original version of that song. It goes like:
Up in Maine there is a park,
a-ip, a-ip, a-ip!
And in that park there is a [insert wild animal name]
a-ip, a-ip, a-ip!
With a [insert respective animal sound twice] here, and a [“ “ “ “] there, [you know how it goes.]
Another song goes like this:
Everything has it’s place.
It’s as plain as your nose on your face.
It’s a place and time and space.
Everything has its place.
That song talks about where various animals belong, such as whales belonging in the ocean instead of on land. The main lyrics involved using hand motions to do things such as pointing to one’s own nose, pointing to one’s own wrist (“and time”) or spreading ones hands to either side (“and space”).
Then there’s another song that goes like this:
Each one of us has a place in the choir,
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
And some just clap their hands, ‘cuz, you never hear ‘em out there…
And some just clap their hands.
I think that’s almost right, but there might be a few errors. But, the point of that song is to describe the diversity of sounds that different animals make.
There were other songs, but the last one we sang is called Good Night, Irene, which goes like this:
Gooooood niiiiight, Ireeeene,
I’ll seeeeee you innnnn my dreams,
Good night, Irene, good night, Irene,
I’ll seeeee you innnnn my dreams.
When we got back to the camp site, the other kids showed Mom and Dad two things I made up. First, we would sing Up In Maine, and Marie, Brian and Lauren would go “Up in Maine there is a park, a-ip, a-ip, a-ip! And in that park there is a coyote—“, and then I would howl. Before we showed Mom and Dad the other thing, Mom’s like “It’s not so loud as that, right?” All it was, was that they would sing Good Night, Irene, and I would dance like the Skull Kid from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
I should note that there’s a part in Ocarina of Time where you’re supposed to listen to two Skull Kids play their flutes, and then copy the notes with your Ocarina. The way they dance is by lifting one leg to the side and bringing it right back down, lifting the other leg to the side and bringing it down, and it repeats. Kinda like this.
July 13, 1999
We finally went home today. As we were leaving, Dad’s like “Who’s sad to leave this place?” I’m sure not.
During the beginning of the trip back home, Marie was looking through her Beanie Baby cards, and saying things like “Stretch is an ostrich,” “Chocolate is a moose,” “Tabasco is a bull,” etc. Brian added his own line in, saying “Mr. Hiney is a Christmas Poo.”
I was playing some game I made up on loose leaf, where two teams fight each other. Each team consists of Light, Forest, Fire, Water, Shadow, Spirit, and Special, and each of them have moves from Super Mario RPG that match them best. For example, Light has moves like Corona, while Forest has moves such as Petal Blast. Brian noticed as I erased “Forest” somewhere and wrote “Fire” in its place, and he asked me what Ocarina of Time has to do with Mario RPG.
While we were stopping at some parking lot, one of Lauren’s cyberpets beeped, and Brian had a look at it. He’s like “It smells,” and it needed a bath. I gave it one, and then accidentally spanked it.
Later on, Marie and Lauren were singing Camp Grenada. They asked what Ulysses is. Dad told them that it was some Greek story about someone who has so many obstacles, such as whirlpools, while sailing back home from the Trojan War.
Back to the present.
I should've marked this when it was current, but Marie brought it up for the nth time yesterday morning. But anyway, some weeks ago, while we were all asleep, Mom's cell phone alarm went off that she forgot to turn off, and it was playing some repetitive jazz piano song. It was nothing more than a slight annoyance to me, but Marie was scared because she felt as if there was a skeleton playing the song in the basement. She called for Mom from on the futon, and after, like, five or six times, she told me to go get her. I knocked on Mom and Dad's door and asked what it was, and Mom told me to go into the kitchen to turn it off.
Shortly after me, Marie, Grandma, and Aunt Marie played some rounds of Ginasta, all of us went out for a sail (save Brian, who was out with Amy, and only came back briefly several times throughout the day). On the way there, me and Marie shared with Mom nightmares that we've had either in the past or recently. I don't remember what any of Marie's were (except for Mr. Bernacki beating up Dad), but several of mine were of fighting several demon bears with a shovel, seeing an airplane make several loops in the sky before nose-diving towards me, and being in some sci-fi place, entering a hallway, and having some flying robot shooting at me with a machine gun. I should also mention that I sometimes have dreams where I'm either naked... and thinking, whatever... (apparently, Tycho from Penny Arcade has such dreams,) or am suffocating, as if I've got some respiratory disease, only to wake up and find that my nostrils were resting on a pillow or blanket the whole time.
Anyway, to give myself something to do, I brought Japanese in Mangaland, volume 2 and a notebook with me. As it turns out, though, the catboat is one of the worst places to bring something to read or write with.(What a coincidence it is that I mentioned that in the same lj-entry where I marked a day when I brought a player's guide and some stuff to write with onto the beach in Acadia ten years ago.)
Last night, all of us (once again, save Brian, who only came home briefly with Amy) played some rounds of ginasta. We had some boxes of candy, which we emptied into some bowls to eat during the game, because we were originally planning to watch a movie instead. I shared a bowl each of Whoppers and Junior Mints with Aunt Marie (who was sitting next to me), and poured myself a glass of milk to go with it. I was dead tired after the game ended, and just went right to bed after making my way up into the apartment.
July 11, 1999 (Sunday)
This morning, Lauren told us about this dream that she had. She was with her friends, singing songs by NSync and 98˚, and then it started to rain something. She stopped to let us guess what it was raining, and I guessed Duckbutt. She said yes, and some stuff happened. Brian lost his head, but got it replaced with a Duckbutt, I started collecting Duckbutts, and Marie collected Dotty the Dalmations.
After she finished telling us her dream, I went into the camper, and Mom’s like “I know what you want. Stories about Duckbutt.”
July 12, 1999
Today, we went to Sand Beach. I brought my Super Mario RPG player’s guide, a pen, and some loose-leaf paper with me. I wasn’t gonna go into the water because it’s always too cold. When we left, I didn’t need to take a shower since I didn’t go swimming.
Later on, Dad took all of us out to some town. Most of it was pretty boring, but we did get pizza and ice cream. Brian wanted to buy some Pokemon cards, but Dad tried to talk him out of it. However, Mom said she didn’t mind. He opened up his pack when he and I sat down on a bench, and he got Porygon and a Trainer card that I call Old Man & Farfetch’d. He’s like “Who’s da man, I’m da man!”
After we came home, we kids went to the amphitheater, where some park ranger sang songs and the audience sang along. One of them was an original version of Old McDonald and he said that that’s actually the original version of that song. It goes like:
Up in Maine there is a park,
a-ip, a-ip, a-ip!
And in that park there is a [insert wild animal name]
a-ip, a-ip, a-ip!
With a [insert respective animal sound twice] here, and a [“ “ “ “] there, [you know how it goes.]
Another song goes like this:
Everything has it’s place.
It’s as plain as your nose on your face.
It’s a place and time and space.
Everything has its place.
That song talks about where various animals belong, such as whales belonging in the ocean instead of on land. The main lyrics involved using hand motions to do things such as pointing to one’s own nose, pointing to one’s own wrist (“and time”) or spreading ones hands to either side (“and space”).
Then there’s another song that goes like this:
Each one of us has a place in the choir,
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
And some just clap their hands, ‘cuz, you never hear ‘em out there…
And some just clap their hands.
I think that’s almost right, but there might be a few errors. But, the point of that song is to describe the diversity of sounds that different animals make.
There were other songs, but the last one we sang is called Good Night, Irene, which goes like this:
Gooooood niiiiight, Ireeeene,
I’ll seeeeee you innnnn my dreams,
Good night, Irene, good night, Irene,
I’ll seeeee you innnnn my dreams.
When we got back to the camp site, the other kids showed Mom and Dad two things I made up. First, we would sing Up In Maine, and Marie, Brian and Lauren would go “Up in Maine there is a park, a-ip, a-ip, a-ip! And in that park there is a coyote—“, and then I would howl. Before we showed Mom and Dad the other thing, Mom’s like “It’s not so loud as that, right?” All it was, was that they would sing Good Night, Irene, and I would dance like the Skull Kid from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
I should note that there’s a part in Ocarina of Time where you’re supposed to listen to two Skull Kids play their flutes, and then copy the notes with your Ocarina. The way they dance is by lifting one leg to the side and bringing it right back down, lifting the other leg to the side and bringing it down, and it repeats. Kinda like this.
July 13, 1999
We finally went home today. As we were leaving, Dad’s like “Who’s sad to leave this place?” I’m sure not.
During the beginning of the trip back home, Marie was looking through her Beanie Baby cards, and saying things like “Stretch is an ostrich,” “Chocolate is a moose,” “Tabasco is a bull,” etc. Brian added his own line in, saying “Mr. Hiney is a Christmas Poo.”
I was playing some game I made up on loose leaf, where two teams fight each other. Each team consists of Light, Forest, Fire, Water, Shadow, Spirit, and Special, and each of them have moves from Super Mario RPG that match them best. For example, Light has moves like Corona, while Forest has moves such as Petal Blast. Brian noticed as I erased “Forest” somewhere and wrote “Fire” in its place, and he asked me what Ocarina of Time has to do with Mario RPG.
While we were stopping at some parking lot, one of Lauren’s cyberpets beeped, and Brian had a look at it. He’s like “It smells,” and it needed a bath. I gave it one, and then accidentally spanked it.
Later on, Marie and Lauren were singing Camp Grenada. They asked what Ulysses is. Dad told them that it was some Greek story about someone who has so many obstacles, such as whirlpools, while sailing back home from the Trojan War.
Back to the present.
I should've marked this when it was current, but Marie brought it up for the nth time yesterday morning. But anyway, some weeks ago, while we were all asleep, Mom's cell phone alarm went off that she forgot to turn off, and it was playing some repetitive jazz piano song. It was nothing more than a slight annoyance to me, but Marie was scared because she felt as if there was a skeleton playing the song in the basement. She called for Mom from on the futon, and after, like, five or six times, she told me to go get her. I knocked on Mom and Dad's door and asked what it was, and Mom told me to go into the kitchen to turn it off.
Shortly after me, Marie, Grandma, and Aunt Marie played some rounds of Ginasta, all of us went out for a sail (save Brian, who was out with Amy, and only came back briefly several times throughout the day). On the way there, me and Marie shared with Mom nightmares that we've had either in the past or recently. I don't remember what any of Marie's were (except for Mr. Bernacki beating up Dad), but several of mine were of fighting several demon bears with a shovel, seeing an airplane make several loops in the sky before nose-diving towards me, and being in some sci-fi place, entering a hallway, and having some flying robot shooting at me with a machine gun. I should also mention that I sometimes have dreams where I'm either naked... and thinking, whatever... (apparently, Tycho from Penny Arcade has such dreams,) or am suffocating, as if I've got some respiratory disease, only to wake up and find that my nostrils were resting on a pillow or blanket the whole time.
Anyway, to give myself something to do, I brought Japanese in Mangaland, volume 2 and a notebook with me. As it turns out, though, the catboat is one of the worst places to bring something to read or write with.(What a coincidence it is that I mentioned that in the same lj-entry where I marked a day when I brought a player's guide and some stuff to write with onto the beach in Acadia ten years ago.)
Last night, all of us (once again, save Brian, who only came home briefly with Amy) played some rounds of ginasta. We had some boxes of candy, which we emptied into some bowls to eat during the game, because we were originally planning to watch a movie instead. I shared a bowl each of Whoppers and Junior Mints with Aunt Marie (who was sitting next to me), and poured myself a glass of milk to go with it. I was dead tired after the game ended, and just went right to bed after making my way up into the apartment.