So romantic~ (except not)
I had met a woman named Judy in the bathroom the night before, and we'd spent quite a while talking.
Rather, she did most of the talking, though the lesson I got was that NETWORKING is very important.
Which it truly is.
(Funny, I really need to work on that).
She was a PE teacher from Illinois who grew up in Iowa (could be the other way around) and now teachers algebra to students with emotional and behavioral disorders. I actually ran into her that morning-- still got it, haha. (I always had a knack for running into people in the bathroom, go figure). I apparently need to camp at the KoA in South Dakota...
But ah, late night discussions.
It'd been in a while since any were had, in general.
So to lie there, in the tent, with the river rushing by was quite lovely.
I won't go into too much detail about what we all talked about-- otherwise what will the rest of you get to talk to me about?
Haha. :) But I will spare a few things.
I am a lot more open than any of you realize, I think.
It's funny, Lawrence had underestimated me as well.
Maybe if more people got to know me ... sigh.
One point I made was how I'd found myself in the middle ground more often than not as of late.
How I felt silly (not too often, but enough to make me think a bit, which... I suppose I do enough) about holding onto my morals when no one else does [...], when I have to hold onto my morals and have to be the responsible one.
(I know I don't have to be. But still.) And sometimes how I get weary of being "good" all the time and still getting fucked over. Of course, it may just be me. ... sigh.
(I'm just typing more or less of what I've written, it is the Fourth of July right now and I've a few other things to do, as I'm sure everyone else is doing... I just thought writing about Day Four on the Fourth would be amusing).
There were a lot of other things discussed, and I'm sure I was going to go into more detail, but if you really want to know,
just talk to me. Ask me. I may or may not just answer. :P We'll see.
We ate at Flapjack's for breakfast-- ♥!!!
Best pancakes I've had in a while, the syrup balanced everything perfectly, and I even got chocolate milk. :3
(Yet again, another place we'd seen several times and knew we had to go to, haha).
Allen had ordered this thing called the Stacker, where it went like this: pancake, fruit, pancake, fruit, pancake, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. And he finished the whole thing. @__@
I'd surprisingly received a voicemail-- it's so funny when anyone calls or leaves a VM, I just get so excited. I know, it's ridiculous. ._.
Ah, Life. Very intriguing, yet very maddening.
OH. And I also finally bought a black bear from there. :D They're practically ubiquitous in Tennessee, so... Hooray!
His name his Jack. :D
(Yes, TN = Brainwashing).
Afterwards, we went to Harrah's, which is a Cherokee casino and hotel sort of deal.
You had to sign up for your free membership-- of course I got the clerk from the Philippines. :P
I started off just with $5, didn't win much, if at all, when L.A. found this Green Dragons II slot machine that was basically nickel slots. And he somehow got a buttload of money. @__@ I tried, didn't really get anywhere, and then Allen tried on another of the same machine, and he won a lot of money. .__. Cut to Charamy fuming and trying another $5.
I played 9 lines, bet 1 per line, and BAM. First thing, got a Bonus, eight free spins, and ta daaaa, $32.55, thank you very much.
XDDD Tripled what I put in, I can't complain. :P I mean, I actually won money at a casino! Who knew...
But then, of course, the ~dark side~ of gambling peers out... Both Allen and I could tell why people could develop gambling addictions. T__T; (What with my personality, I'd be consumed...).
I sort of felt bad for the elderly people... Wondered if they had anything better to do with their money. ._.
Like donate to charity, I don't really know... Uhm...
Anywho, we went back to the campsite because Allen was tired, and then he passed out for a while, leaving L.A. and I to our own devices... Ooo. Not. :P Come on now.
We foraged for dinner at the local Texaco (so fancy ;) and so our meal consisted of tuna + crackers, cheese on cheese crackers ("My, you must all be having a fun time in there"), and Combos. WIN. YES.
And you know, it's somewhat funny. I forgot to add this up there, but eh...
Kuya had hit the nail on the head. He remarked about how I'd had about three different haircuts,
and how every time, "It's like three different Charamy's!"
Exactly.
It's sad because not many people realize it, I think.
Too bad for 'em, then.
And ah, we indulged in a humorous vice, talked some more, and then spent the rest of the evening charging batteries by the restrooms, playing the DS, and gritting our teeth at stupid Shao Khan. :P
Okay, picture time! XD
Flapjack's!
This has to be a must-stop whenever I come back.
Oh hai Jack :)
He thinks he's so cool.
Home?
Not such a great machine, I didn't quite understand. :\ It was a one-cent machine...
NOTHING compared to GREEN DRAGONS II.
(Oh, yeah. Nothing like all of us winning on the ASIAN machines. ... Riiiight. -- I still insist I'm Pacific Islander. I swear. :P)
Cha-ching! XD
'kay, well... Hope you all have a wonderful Independence Day, and be safe!
I'll let my pyromaniac self have a ball. :3
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