Well, it would seem that the only backlash from the last entry was my name being put on the blacklist and the inane commentary "more like SkatterBRAIN's Diary". I was completely amused by this. Please, oh please, Drop Me A Line to inform me of the error of my ways. I am a misguided lamb who requires the direction of others to tell me how to run my page.
Sad.
I'm not going to do a day-by-day breakdown of my trip, simply because I have neither the time nor the patience for it.
I missed Dirk terribly, and called him every night. I so wished he could come with us, but, alas, my mother's misguided animosity towards him would not permit this. May the evil cunt get eaten by wolves.
For those interested, I went to Chincoteague, VA. It's a smallish island off the DelMarVa peninsula, right next to the island of Assateague. Have you ever read Misty of Chincoteague? Same place, same ponies.
My parents, in their infinite wisdom, brought our boat along. It's a pontoon, 18 feet, and unweildy as hell. Also, my father insisted upon dragging it out every fucking day we were there. So, my Auntie Lani and I spent most of our time on our own.
She turned out to be a hell of a lot cooler than I expected. We got along pretty well, enhanced by the fact that my parents treated her as though she was my age, instead of 30. She was more than willing to go along with my plans, including wading through the mud flats (Tom's Cove at low tide) to gather mussels, clams, and oysters. We even went swimming once, although I'm never comfortable in a bathing suit and I got rather badly burned along my neck, shoulders and back.
And, most important of all, I got to pet the ponies!!!
For the uninitiated, Assateague has wild ponies living on it. No one's sure how they got there, but as they are of (or were, before they introduced all sorts of stupid mutt ponies) spanish origin, it's widely assumed that they're some spanish moor ponies, or something. Used in minind, anyway. They're cute.
You may have heard of their round-up. Why so many people get so much joy from watching a herd of terrified ponies swim across a channel so they can sell their babies is beyond me. If I were the ponies, I'd protest. Anyway, they only do this on the VA side of Assateague (the island is divided between Maryland and VA). Maryland is much better about this sort of thing, and much less stupid.
It's a national park, and they fence the two herds of ponies in (on the VA side. Again, the MD side is better, much less stupid. The ponies roam free). I don't know why. It pisses me off.
There was a storm that killed off a lot of ponies, a few years back. As far as I can tell, they're still selling most, if not all, of the babies every year. Talk about stupid.
But the "Pony Penning" was over by the time we went there, so there were no babies, and the ponies looked sad. I wonder if they ever commit pony suicide. We saw a group of them standing at the edge of a marsh, not doing anything, just staring at the sea. I wonder if they were getting ready to off themselves. I wouldn't blame them, as miserable as they must be. How much does it hurt, I wonder, to have babies and have them taken away, year after year? And the uneccesary terror of driving them across a channel of salt water, year after year.....sometimes I think it's pointless to even try with human beings. We're all so fucked-up and sadistic. Even if it's only in little ways.
You know, the original horse that's the ancestor of all our modern-day, fucked up breeds is very nearly extinct. I believe they only have them alive in a few zoos.
There are also a hell of a lot of deer on both Chincoteague and Assateague. I was surprised to find them on Chincoteague, considering the size of the island and the population density. Then Lani pointed out all the marshy areas that couldn't be used for building anything, where they probably lived. I almost hit one of them, standing on a tiny road right off of main street. There were three in a fifty-foot grassy area surrounded by a loose post fence. We also saw one behind the house that night.
I got to get mildy drunk two nights during the week, because my parents didn't want to tell Auntie Lani not to give me any rum...we had to make a special trip to the only ABC store on the island to get it.
Enough of the highlights. The lowlights were: mosquito bites, chiggers, and sunburn. If you don't know what chiggers are, be thankful. They're little red bugs that burrow underneath your skin and itch like mad. To kill them, you have to put nail polish over the place they burrowed. Then the bites ooze plasma for a while, in a nearly nonstop flow, and itch some more. Pretty, huh?
We usually rent a cottage near main street, but it wasn't available this year. So, we got a lower-quality one run by idiots. Behind the cottage was another house, apparently abandoned, surrounded by the 7-foot tall grass that grows wild here. It was the source of many nightmares and trepidation about going out of the house at night for both me and my Auntie Lani. We tried to explore it during the day, but the grass made it inaccessible, and I got chiggers all over my left ankle and foot.
My mother saw a cat at the same dock we found Genghis last year. It's apparently related to Genghis, having the same markings (and being from the same dock). Unfortunately, it's hind foot was apparently cut off midway at some point. Poor thing. My mother desperately wanted to catch it and bring it home, but no dice. She caught it and failed to get it into the car one morning, and it hid for the rest of the time we were there.
They rented out the cottage through Monday, but I was due back at work by then, so I left on Sunday. Besides, it had been a while since I'd had any quality time with Dirk. The drive was hellish, partly because I was afraid of getting sleepy like the last time I'd made the drive solo, and partly because of the horrible Bay Bridge I had to drive over. It always freaks me out, because I get this urge to steer the car through the barriers so that it flies for an instant before crashing into all those miles of water.
So, I got home, Dirk and I lazed around all afternoon, until Katie came over. Dirk mowed the lawn while Katie and I talk, then we all went out. A good homecoming, to be sure.
Dirk spent the night, but he stayed awake because of his insomnia until I woke up at 5:30...he slept until 7:30, when I took him home. I couldn't be sure of when my parents were coming home, and wanted to be safe. I meant to go to work on Monday, but that was shot to hell because of the bug-bites, sunburn and fatigue. That, and I was just feeling damn lazy. So, I spent the day cleaning up cat puke and washing the sheets that the cats had lined with their fur.
Dirk was nice enough to get up at 5 to feed the cats, though.
My parents and Lani didn't get home until 2:30....my mother was in a bitchy mood because she couldn't find the cat she wanted to rescue. I helped them unload the truck and the boat.
Then, I found out that Krisco was accusing Dirk and I of harassing her. She said I'd made up some story about having to talk to some "Shelby" person. Krisco really is a pathetic little skank. As if I don't have better things to do than make her twitch. Granted, it was amusing, but I certainly didn't go out of my way....I hope my cousin isn't getting any backlash from this, though. I'd feel bad, even if it isn't really my fault, but Krisco's own vindictive stupidity.
Dirk and I watched wrestling, though I still fail to see the appeal.
I sent postcards from Chincoteague to Dalin, Nicole, and C--. According to Dirk, C-- wasn't online all week, which makes me slightly worried. Perhaps he's foresworn the Internet on a permanent basis? I should hope not.
On another note, Roachboy's New Girlfriend dumped him, as I'd figured. It didn't take her as long to figure out how obsessive he is as it took me. I'm mildly impressed, but then, Roachboy got hot ‘n' heavy on her a hell of a lot more quickly than he did with me.....I mean, he didn't even decide he really loved me, as opposed to using me for sex and companionship, until we'd been dating for eight months.
I wonder if Roachboy remembers the words to the song he wrote about me, and if he tried to apply it to his little gothslut exgirlfriend? I hope not. That would cheapen both the song and his gothslut ex.....
And on that note, I bid you goodnight.