Well, it seems as if we are actually going up to Weaverville for 4th of July. Wopee, I guess. My mom is going to go up to Sprague River some time during our stay there, so it is going to be my decision whether to go up to Oregon to be with the screaming silence, or stay in California with the screaming children. Damned hard choices. Besides, my grandpa died, I want to say goodbye to him, and there should be some alcohol involved, hell it was my grandpa there's bound to be alcohol involved. Though not my type, I really am not the biggest fan of real hard alcohol. O well, it'll be my decision when it comes up,I might go up there just to see the one guy up there, see if he's changed any. We hung out the first time we went up there during the summer, like 4 years ago. Back when I was a super-dork, now he's sort of one I guess, he's like a GATE kid. Whatever. I don't care, friends don't change, unless we'e talking about Michelle and her group, then I can kiss that saying right out the fucking window. Swear when I see that bitch, if she tries to do anything I'm either going to-> a) break down and cry b) beat the living shit out of her till her pretty skinny ass is just a lumpy pulp on the floor. Err, ya'll just ignore that moment of hate, hehe. I'm a little touchy on the subject of her, I get mixed feelings, along with the want to throw up when I see her. haha, but no one needs to hear about this, all of these are things that belong in my real diary, ya know, the old fashioned one that still requires a pen. Okay, so maybe I'm not going to stay up to watch the sunrise, if I am awake maybe I'll check back in an hour or so. If not, then either I went to bed or forgot. NIGHTY NIGHT to all those who are smart and are going to bed or have already gone! O and I wanna make one thing clear here, in my seemingly drunken state of partial collapse: QUINN IS MY BITCH!!!!! ok, just had to make sure everyone knew that. lol