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I'm Back!!!

Yeah, I know, I'm a little early... I'm kind of glad, but I'll get to that later...

So first, hmm, I don't know what the first thing that happened after I left was. I really don't remember. Hold on...I think of something. Oh well, I'll just start in the middle of everything and work my way from there!

So last weekend, Saturday and Sunday after I left, I went on a canoeing trip with Dad, Gavin, Mike, and Melissa. Um, if you don't already know I'll tell you now, I don't like humidity, hotness, swimming, getting in a swimsuit, bugs, sleeping outdoors...all the stuff that camping and canoeing are made of. Can you see the problem? Yeah. So lets just say it wasn't too much fun...but I felt horrible because my dad wanted it to be fun for all of us, and everyone was all, I don't know, they all thought I was stuck up just because I didn't want to go swimming!

The thing is, I am very self-concious...and getting into a swim suit (especially when I think I'm getting FATTER!) was not anything near fun to me. Plus the water was 55 degrees...so I just refused to go swimming... I got a really bad sunburn on my knees from sitting there in a chair while they all swam though...

Okay, here is the creepy thing that happened to me, and I really feel weird about putting this down, but I feel I should. Now, I don't know if this is the way it was intentioned, but its just what I was thinking at the time...Maybe I should actually tell you what I'm talking about...lol, that might help!
So it was about 9 and I had a terrible headache, I think it was from all the smoking (smoking makes me sick...), and I felt like I was going to puke...In the middle of the night I woke up, and I couldn't go back to sleep. I was about to cry it was hurting so bad. So I asked my dad for some headache medicine right?
Then he told me to lay down and started massashing (excuse the spelling) my head...but I told him it wasn't helping. Then he told me to roll over and he started 'massashing' the back of my neck...Then my back. It didn't really seem weird, and it did help. Soon my headache was completely gone. But then he lifted up my shirt and started massashing my back... I don't know how much time went by, but he laid down next to me and I was really starting to get freaked out... I kept thinking about all those Oprah shows and stuff... Lol.
Then he started putting his hand lower and lower on my back (remember I was half asleep so I don't really know how 'low' his hand really was...). Suddenly I jumped up, I must have looked so stupid, here my dad is trying to help me and I jumped up like he was going to kill me or something... He was like, what're you doing? and I said, I'm going to get my hoodie... Lol. Then I just laid down...and went to sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking about it all week though...I think he was just drunk and didn't realize what he was doing...I don't really know. He did have like, 10 beers or more... So that really creeped me out.

The next day we all went canoeing, and I had to be in a canoe with him all day...imagine how that was. Yeah. I think I'm going to talk about the rest of my week later because that last part took all my energy out of me. Sorry. Bye.

posted by Natalie @ 7:47 PM