Hooplah.Org A Story of Graceful Stumbles

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I wrote a lot of things during the drives we took to various places. Even though some of them are not complete, I'm going to post them anyway.

06/10/2001 @ 10:09 AM

"Hmmph. So, I'm in the car. I'm a little paranoid because since Lindsay is in the seat behind me, and she could probably read this if she wanted to. She said she wouldn't - she's playing GameBoy. Hmmph. Well, my driving shift ended not too long ago. I was driving from about..."

06/10/2001 @ 8:59 PM

"Hmmph. We've been driving for roughly 13 hours. Somehow I found a way to convince Sandy to not have to stay at the overnight hotel in Jacksonville. Somehow. She ended up being more enthusiastic than anyone else about it by the time it was decided.

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It's almost pitch dark right now. Carl is driving. There's about two hours until we get to the hotel in Florida, and it's about 9PM right now. I'm riding shotgun to help with directions, I guess. Sandy's asleep in the seat farthest back, and Lindsay is to the back on my right. We took some pictures of the trip... I tried to do the same not too long ago, but the battery power on this lap top is fading quickly. I think it's standing somewhere around 20%. But, anyway. There is a lightning storm ahead of us, and you can see the lightening flashing. Carl's playing techno music, which makes for a very odd atmosphere. I'm not really antsy to get out of the car... Last year I barley made the trip to Myrtle Beach in a car for that long, and now I have no problem with this."

06/17/2001 @ 6:03 PM

"We're traveling again, this time to Myrtle Beach. On the way to Lindsay's dad's, I was.... Actually, I'm not really sure what I was doing. The drive down is a bit of a blur... I was mainly directing, and we ended up back tracking because everyone else in the van freaked out when we passed an exit that mentioned the Florida Turnpike. It wasn't the right exist to take, but we took it anyway, and ended up going backwords roughly 30 miles. That probably was also why when we got off the Turnpike that it was fucking $10. So stupid.

We made the trip in a reasonable amount of time. My bitchyness has been showing up more and more over the past couple of days due to just plain frustration and not enough alone time. It's just random things I snap at, and then have to apologize for them later. At least they are honest apologies, because I always go through the same pattern of getting pissed and then regretting it. Having my father's temper sucks ass... For everyone else.

But, anyway... My tattoo. Hmmph. We had just gotten back from the porn shop with the really helpful guy who checked our ID's but didn't kick Lindsay out when she plainly confessed that she didn't have her ID on her (when she did, with her tricky little 17 year old self) so I was in a fairly good mood. I had had dildo wars with Sandy on the way there, because we had taken them out of their boxes to see what they felt like. But, anyway. When we had gone into the tattoo place earlier, I had already mentally decided a small handful of the tattoos that I wanted to get. Sitting here, and then sitting there at the tattoo place, I had begun to wish I had picked something else. Something smaller, for sure. I ended up choosing an oriental fan with some cherry blossom flowers behind it. Since I had decided what I wanted before Carl, I got mine done first. I got an estimate for the cost, and he told me between $85 and $90 after studying the picture for a while. I had to ask if you needed to make an appointment, he said no and asked if I wanted to do mine now. Well, yeah. I had wanted to put it on my back just above the birthmark I have, but since I was still a little sunburned, he wouldn't do it there. I had to go into the bathroom with Sandy and have her help me pick another spot. We decided that we could do it just below where I originally wanted, although, it ended up being higher up than I wanted. But oh well. He had me sit down on a little table indian style leaning forward. Carl was sitting on the other side of the counter on a stool, since he basically had to wait until I was done for him to get his. He watched me... And when the guy first started to do the tattoo, I braced myself. It really didn't hurt that bad... Slightly uncomfortable, but nothing that I thought would kill me. But, this was because he had started in the middle of my back, toward my spine. For some reason, this was where the tattoo hurt the least. It was when he traveled either right or left that it just started to torture me. Lindsay and Sandy were coming in and out of the place, trying to arrange getting food and what not. They were having trouble doing so, and they eventually decided to go back to the apartment and eat there. All the other times they came in and I was getting the tattoo, I was able to turn around slightly and talk to them. By the last time, I was almost dieing from the pain because he had started with the color. I had my head in my hands, rubbing my face and my eyes (even though I was not crying). When they saw me, I was curling my toes as tight as they would to try to have something else to focus strength or energy onto. I kept asking how far along he was, and what colors where left. The guy doing the tattoo was pretty cute. He told me that he had spent a year in Virginia, in Blacksburg, and I mentioned Virginia Tech, and he said that he had gone there for one year. During the tattoo, he asked me if I was doing alright, and I said yeah. Later on, during the color, he asked me if he was killing me up there, and I said just about. I know he had to be a little annoyed with me, because all I wanted to do was squirm when the pain got a little too much (which it did everytime he touched me.) I think the tattoo took roughly an hour or so. When he was done and had cleaned me up, he took a coupld of pictures of my tattoo. The total bill was $87.91. When I handed him the correct change, I called myself a geek for it, and he laughed. That made me feel better about being such a little kid about getting it done, to make him laugh.

Right afterwords, Carl got his outline done. It's of a tiger that looks as if it's ripping through his skin. When I had just begun to start waiting for Carl, a girl who had been in there since we arrived asked me what the tattoo felt like. At the time, she had been waiting for her boyfriend to finish his, and I had noticed her looking at me when I was getting my tattoo done. It turned out that she was going to get a tattoo on the back of her neck right after her boyfriend finished his. I felt really bad for her, because she had to sit and watch my squirming reaction to it all. I started to tell her how it really felt to me at first, that it really hurt like a bunch of bee stings. When I was explaining it, I was thinking about how even though I could feel the needle on one area of my skin, it was as if I could feel the pain a little but above that location. But, me and her talked for a while... She showed me the tattoo that she was getting, and I showed her the one that I had gotten, since I couldn't really show her the one on my back since it already had the big bandage on it. We talked about where I was visiting from, and what not. After I talked to her, another guy that had been in there since we had been there came over to talk to me. He had just finished (or, I believe he was finished) a HUGE dragon on his back. He looked like a typical laid back bad-ass type, and talked with a very soft tone. He told me that he had spent 23 hours on the tattoo on his back, and he was covering up a lot of shit from earlier years with it. He looked like he had no problem with getting it done... Wish I could have been like that.

It was around 7 o'clock when Lindsay and Sandy came back from eating dinner at the hotel room. Lindsay offered to stay with Carl while he got his tattoo done, since he wasn't crying to doing anything remotely worth watching. (heh, that's sick.) So, I went back with Sandy and had one of my Alfredo Posta dinners. On the way back (which is only about 4 blocks in length, which makes it seem as though Florida is just chopped full of assholes) there was a turn on green light, with traffic flowing steady in the lane we needed to cross. I heared a guy behind me honk, which drew him to my attention in the rear view window. I had been watching the traffic, and there had not been any decent opportunity to turn. When I was watching him in my rearview I saw him do one of the most impatient and angry display of body language that I had ever seen, and he dramatically swerved around me and then basically pulled out into the middle of the intersection. I honked my horn, and he proceeded to bluntly put his arm outside the window and flick me off. I did the same, as well as a variety of other gestures. He then started to back up his truck, keeping eye contact with me in his left hand mirror. When the light started to turn yellow, he then jetted across the road. He pulled over at a gas station, almost as if he was waiting for us. He then pulled out into traffic, just about the same time we started to turn onto the road. When we got stuck behind him at another stop light, he stuck his hand out the window and waved like an asshole. I decided to blow him a kiss. That was the end of it, though, since we ignored him after that and he went right while we went left. I knew it freaked Sandy out, but I wasn't scared. It was a populated enough area that if he did try any shit, there would be enough witness for him not to get away with it. But, anyway. We went back to the hotel, and Sandy packed while I ate. A little while later, Sandy went to go pick Lindsay and Carl up, but they had already started to walk back from the tattoo place, since Carl had finished up around 8 or so.

Around 10 o'clock that night me and Carl took the bandages off of our tattoos. Carl's tattoo was a little nasty at first, since the guy had gone over the thing twice to thicken the lines, and the tattoo was now leaking some kind of brown liquid. Yuck. The directions for the tattoos said to rinse them in warm water, and then wash them with an antibacterial soap, which I had, and then rinse with cold water. Carl did mine and I did his, and we used a pair of my (clean) socks as wash clothes. Now we have been having to put on this antibacterial ointment and keep the tattoo moist with it.

That afternoon I successfully almost sprained my ankle. I was getting out of bed, and I steeped wrong and felt myself almost twist it. How did I keep myself from not doing so? My smashing my right foot into the ground, which is now and has been swollen around two of my toes. Blah. Oh well. What better: Can't go in the water, and even walking is a chore. But oh well. It's doing better now.

My tattoo has been sore as hell... Carl said he hasn't had a problem with his, while mine has been sore to the touch. I think that was mainly because on the way to Lindsay's dad's I was applying the antibacterial stuff too much. Once we arrived at her dad's apartment, I think I may have applied the stuff about 3 times while we were sitting there talking, and I think we only did that roughly an hour. Lindsay's dad was pretty cool. Rather talkative, but pretty cool."

I'll write more later about the trip. I have to work today at 5 till 10, of course, and then the next two days from 3-9. Blah. I hate working. At least I'm requesting off enough so that I can get away from that hell hole. And then my father has the nerve to try to make me feel bad about wanting to enjoy my youth, instead of working my ass off for something my parents should have been planning and saving for since I was born.

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Eventful day:

dildoes(06152001).jpg. Yesterday, during dinner, I made a comment that I wanted a dildo. Later on that night, we were looking online and checking yellow pages for places near by. Lindsay found one very close, and sometime today around 4 or 5ish, we went in. I had to go in first, since everyone else seemed either shy or was trying to make me feel uncomfortable. We looked around a lot... The guy that was running the shop was really nice, and stuff. Telling them to stop making fun of me. Anyway, the picture is of the two that were bought. The peach looking one is mine. The other one belongs to another person on this trip... But they didn't want me to say exactly who. Hint: it's not the person who doesn't need it.

purpledildo(06152001).jpg. This is a single shot of the purple monster.

mydildo(06152001).jpg. And this one is mine, in all it's glory. Yeah. It rocks.

chrisytattoo(06152001).jpg. This is the tattoo I got. It's an oriental fan with little oriental flowers behind it. Yeah. It didn't come out as bright as I wanted, but it's only 3 hours old or so. Carl got an outline of a tiger that looks as though it's ripping through his skin, but his is too wrapped up to take a picture of yet. Getting these things means that me and Carl can't go into the water or the poor in Myrtle Beach, which I am not broken hearted over. But, the tattoo hurt sooo much... But I'll write about it later. Possibly during the trip to Lindsay's dad's. Or maybe there, I don't know. Just not now, a good movie is on.

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This is our last day here. Ehh. In a way, I can't wait to leave, because basically we have not done anything but swim and try looking for malls. This place is not a tourist attraction. It's more like Fredericksburg with a beach. It is gorgeous here, though. I took some pictures yesterday. On the balcony, moving from left to middle to right: florida5(06142001).jpg, florida2(06142001).jpg, florida3(06142001).jpg, florida4(06142001).jpg, and florida1(06142001).jpg. Yeah.

Anyway, I am getting a tattoo today. Just because I can. Carl's enthusiasm for one kind of rubbed off on me. Lindsay doesn't want one period, and Sandy is too much of a puss because it involves needles. I'm probably going to get an oriental fan or a funky little alien head. There's a pretty good tattoo shop just a couple of blocks from here, and we have already been in there once looking at their designs and stuff. We're also going to pick up some dildoes... Fuck vibrators. They suck. I want something that can move in more angles than me on command. ...

One thing that has become famous for me and Carl is to have pillow fights. He's much stronger, and nearly knocks me out every time he throws one, but it's fun. Roughly two days ago, he had this paper ball that he was throwing around. First he hit me in the eye, then in between my eyes which sent me back words on my back, and when he hit be again, I kicked my foot, and nailed him right in the right eye. I scratched him pretty good, and look out half of his eye lashes on the bottom. It's been slightly swollen for a while. I have him a back rub to apologize while he held the cold vegetables to his eye. Then I did Lindsay's, too. They both fell asleep in the positions I left them in. It was funny.

Another thing, I have seen more of Carl's ass then I really needed. At one point, Carl kept me in the bathroom while Lindsay and Sandy took a picture of Carl's ass and then made it my desktop. After words, he got on the computer and whited-out the area of his butt. Actually, here is the picture: carlsass(06132001).jpg. Yeah. I saw his winky, too, because I called him a pussy about not showing it and right then the just lifted his boxers up. Then he made comments about how I no longer have a purpose to my life because I finally saw it. Yeah, haha. Whore.

Ugghhh.... They've also been messing with Alan a lot. It's rather funny. But he had to make the comment about how freaking hurtful it was. Just like him. He's an asshole, he deserves to be hurt. As shitty as he treated me he deserves it. Not that damn perfect life shit that he has tricked himself to believe.

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Ouch! Yesterday we woke up early and checked in and went shopping for food and then went down to the pool and then the beach. I didn't think I would burn that bad. It's really only on one half of my body... The right side. The weather is really nice here. I have not seen any huge bugs, or anything, but I still have 4 days. Today is supposed to be a shopping day, since everyone basically got burned in some way. Lindsay the least, and me the most. Lindsay and Carl were awake about an hour ago, and Lindsay even got up to fix some food... But she went back in to apply some sunburn stuff and has not come out since. By coming out, I mean coming out from behind the blanket that Carl draped across the bed to kind of create an extra room. It looks like this from the side, or, right behind from where I'm sitting. The room is a little small, but the kitchen is decent. The only real problem is that the fold out bed from the wall and the couch bed almost touch when they're out. The sofa bed had such a sucky mattress on it (it felt as if it was stuffed with the same shit that those stuffed animals are filled with that you can win at amusement parks and circuses) that we went out to K-Mart and bought an air mattress to put on top. It was comfortable for me, but Sandy couldn't get comfortable, so she would keep flopping around, almost to the point where I would bounce off. Blah. I don't want to be sitting here, writing this. I want for Lindsay and Carl to hurry up and wake up. They're wasting the day away...

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So... Graduation is over. I am a high school graduate. Hmm... It's getting late, and I should be going to sleep soon. I'm not done packing, and I'm waiting for a call from Lindsay and Carl before they head down here to drop off their luggage.

Tomorrow during the ride up there I'll write up about graduation and what not. I didn't get many pictures, mainly because it's on video, and I ordered the video. Hmm... One thing I will say, though: Kristen sounded as though she was fucking high. She sounded horrible. But, anyway. I'll write some tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to continue spending time with Sandy and packing and then taking apart this laptop and pack it.