My Not So Great Weekend

So I'm not the type of person to rant on the internet so since I had a not so awesome weekend I'm deciding to look on the optimistic side of it and write about that. When life throws you curve balls, throw them back and hit the pitcher in the face with it.

This weekend I went to spend it with my sister's Nina and Nino in a small town Deleno. Now since this town isn't that famous nor very known by people here are some fun facts for you:

1. Deleno was founded on July 14, 1869 as a railroad town
2. It is one of the top 5 polluted towns in Southern California
3. It is in the mitts of grape fields and cow farms( aka the middle of no where)
4. The average temperature: 77.7 degrees
5. North Kern State Prison is located there which holds the worst prisoners in Southern California 

Let me enfensize that this town is in the middle of nowhere. Land and grapes and land and cows is all you see there. Plus there is a weird yuck smell to the air there. Its so dense that the water smells like it too. Whoop.
But my favorite part is driving throw Gorman Mountain. To get up to north California my family has to drive through this mountain which takes about an hour long. But through this mountain there is this lake called Pyramid Lake which is absolutely beautiful. I'd love to camp there and just spend a wonderful weekend there. I have this tradition that when I drive through Gorman I have to listen to this song called "Sunny Came Home." Listen to it. It is magic put on bread by unicorns and friendship.

As I stayed in the home of my sister's grandparents, I was basically bullied by her Nina. And this happens all the time but this time I just felt it a little worse. I think it's because I actually notice small details that make a big difference like how sentences are ended with a bit of attitude or how a look can say a thousand words. So that was already a downfall for me. I spent on the floor that night which was amazing for me because one thing that bugs me to the max is sleeping on unusual beds. I mean I'll sleep on people's bed whole I like and know have the same sleeping habits as me or smell really good but this was none of these situations. So the floor was the best option for me. But then the light went out in the whole city which was a downfall for me for I was talking to Ben which was the only  thing keeping me calm. Plan B was listening to classical music and sleeping. That worked.

The next day I ate Menudo which is in the short term, cow stomach. Ew. I have never liked with because of the sole fact that I can not chew it. Nope not eating that. After we got ready we drove almost an hour to Tulare Country where an outdoor mall was. I didn't mind the long drive but this time I did. Because my internal self got the better of me. I started thinking of all the twisted and messed up things my family has done and has happened along with the death of my grandparents and just everything that's been happening in my life. I got into a depressive state I haven't visited in a really long time. This emotional wave got the better of me and well I'm still recovering from it now. And this stated with the thought of "Wow were 30 minutes away from my cousin's house." Not my best moment. This state wasn't helped when I found at least 5 different guys staring at me like I was food. Here's the thing about me: I hate stares. Guys, girls, parents, anyone; I don't like attention. This is really weird because when I'm dancing that all goes away and I want it all but if I'm not on stage, you look I bite. Since Ben wasn't there nor my dad I had no bodyguard and was forced to hide in clothes racks and behind clothes. I am a chicken. Bock Bock.

When we headed "home" after, ashamedly eating Mc Donald's, I watched "Dance Academy" on Netflix because I don't like talking to peoples and I had wifi. Plus for me. After a couple of hours we headed home and I of course fell asleep like a baby for the whole 2 hour drive. As I got home my bed felt like feathers and my pillow like silk as I drifted off to Natalieland with all the pikachus and french fries in the world.

And that was my horrific weekend. Never again. Nope. I will boycott the crap out of my parents and basically chain myself to my bed until I am able to stay home. No bullying. No emotional flashes like in the dark past. No sleeping on the floor. No stinky water. Just home sweet home.

-Natt