This is my Sister. She goes by the name "Anna"






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Epic Road Trip For The Ages. Days 6 & 7

Day 6 7/22

The previous night, Jaron went out for a night on the town with his friend, Jesse and Jesse’s fiancé, Nattanya. (I’m sure I misspelled that one) Based on Jesse’s recommendation we went to a less traveled beach. On our way we noticed a Billabong surf shop and yes, we had to stop. Long story short, we ended up renting a massive surf board for the day. It was sweet. Dutch and Josh are already surfing demigods from their time in Hawaii but Jaron, Dan and I all wanted a shot at it, so after numerous attempts all around, we all managed to ride a few in. Twas a blast. Weariness was setting in so we called it a day at the shore. On our way back we stopped at food lion. Dan and Josh wanted some cereal. They decided to drown their sorrows in waffle crisp. 3 boxes of the stuff.

After dinner, we went back to the beach, cuz that’s just our thing to do. We brought along Billy Mays. After all, he’s good pleasant company. And then Dan decided to kill him!! Terrible. With a bamboo spear. It was quite brutal, then Dan showed a little remorse. But he got over it rather quickly. Disturbing if you think about it. The poor tourists watched in horror as we impaled the inflatable whale screaming,
“Yeah, KILL BILLY MAYS!!!” He died twice in one month.

In fear, Dan, Josh and Dutch sprinted off along the coast so as to avoid the mob that was forming to avenge the advertiser/whale’s death. They arrived at Fort Story. A local military base. They were deterred by a team of paratroopers. Tough luck. Later that night we decided to have some fun with the white gas and, as our neighbor put it, “tried to burn down the forest.” But honestly, it was a very controlled explosion.

Day 7 7/24

Now, there’s something that you def should know about our campsite. The camp resort itself is infested with non Americans. Approximately 93.661% of the campers were from Quebec, French speaking, anti Canadian, elitist, Québécois. The rest of the people were from Asia, that’s all I know for sure. Oh, and the neighbors, the Voorheys. What a cool family… We started packing up, with much more skill than our unpacking just a week earlier, we basically burned anything we didn’t want. Food, garbage, all was fair game.

Finally we were packed up and checked out by noon, we went to Sonic for lunch. Dan hated it, all he could do was worry that they were going to steal his financial info, so we went back to tried-and-true chickfila. After lunch and some more browsing of the local shops, we began to get lazy and tired. So we went and chilled at one of the sweetest places in the whole world. The Jewish Mother. It’s a bar/restaurant/concert venue. We had a good dinner and just kinda hung out for a while. At one point, dan and jaron ran off and the waitress threatened that if the rest of us tried to leave as well, she’d run us down in her car and demand we pay… Not sure if she was joking… Before leaving, it took some tough maneuvering and more than one attempt but I managed to snag a poster for the phenomenaughts. Some band playing there. It was a good souvenir.

Seven O’ Clock – we began our trip back to NY. Boy was it interesting. We had to stop about 16 times before getting out of Virginia because Josh decided to drink freakin 8 cups of water before leaving. Around 11 we were already feeling the exhaustion so we stopped. Dan bought a gallon or something of mountain dew and the rest of us got Chai Lattes with extra espresso shots. It was a crazy trip. Dan and I switched up co-piloting and Dutch drove the entire 12 hour trip. Not breaks. What a trooper. He probably OD’ on caffeine though. We still managed to hit traffic jams at midnight. We’re just that lucky. Dan connected his straws together so he could drink while reclining but the traffic congestion got to his head and he started using the straws as a big javelin that he’d try to hit nearby cars with. It was a sight to behold.

Somehow we all made it home. Quite a miracle if you ask me. 7 am. And we immediately crashed in epic fashion upon the Smith’s couch. Dutch and I being the only ones who stayed up the whole trip.

Epic Road Trip For The Ages. Days 3, 4 & 5

Day 3 7/19

Sunday, the Christian Sabbath. Based on a recommendation, we decided to attend Wave Church, a Hillsong satellite church. Upon walking in, we noticed the Gloria Jean’s coffee shop, and wifi, fitness center, indoor skate park and so on.

The service was entertaining, but like any church, its hard to discern based on attending once, and it was a guest speaker.

After the service, we decided we needed more groceries. I meanwhile tried to hunt down some wifi so I could keep ppl updated. That was a hassle in itself. We got the necessary groceries and headed back to the camp site. After some hotdogs, we headed to the beach for some volleyball and football. Dan and I got into a violent fight to the death. As a result, my nose hit his shoulder and both were cut open and bleeding. Good times. (Btw, Dan and I resolved our differences and have returned to the state of an awkward friendship) (btw, jk)

After a while we left that beach and went to the VA beach board walk and checked out some of the shops. Dan and I both bought skim boards. After admiring Naptune’s glorious self…. Dan tried out his skim board. And then we left. And then Dan realized that he’d left his wallet. So he sprinted back and some old dude said that some kid took the wallet. But the kid denied it. (Typical action from our troubled generation) Eventually we found the wallet lying on the beach but Dan’s cash was gone.

We returned to the camp and ate briefly and Dan and I went back to our beach area and perfected our skimboarding skillz late into the night, went back to the campsite and played some good ol’ guitar.

Day 4 7/20/09

At 4 am, everyone woke up to the sound of Dutch screaming, “He’s up front, get him!!!!” Now in Dutch’s defense, he is known to sleep talk from time to time. But not sleep scream.

That morning we packed up the van and headed for the beach. Once there we spent about 3 hours trying to find a post office that was 50 feet down the street from where we parked. We spent the day skim boarding and body surfing. Dan learned a valuable lesson. The board wax goes on the top of the board, despite what our Indian friends might think. A plane flew over us announcing that Vans Warped Tour is coming to Virginia beach this Wednesday, how cool would it be to go twice in the same year? Except for the whole lack of cash thing… After drying we started checking out the shops on the street. Basically every single shop had the exact same merchandise. And they all somehow managed to stay open.

That night, we devised a terrific plan. Take a bottle of white gas, which is mega concentrated and highly explosive, put it in a bottle, wrap the bottle in foil to avoid melting it right away and put that in a fire so it would explode. Dan And I were in favor. Dutch, Josh and Jaron were opposed. We won though, we dug a hole in the sand dunes by the beach, started the fire and placed the bomb. Then we ran away to a safe distance and…. Nothing, it was a total failure. But we still had a nice campfire by the ocean.

That night, during out Bible study, our campsite was ambushed by a pack of rabid raccoons, Dutch managed to fend them off by throwing Jaron’s bottle of juice at them. Jaron was gracious in donating to the cause of self preservation.

Day 5 7/20

The proceeded like others this week. Woke up, breakfast, packed up, went to the beach. Skimboard and bodysurfing. Not much happened that is worth mentioning though. We went to chickfila, a first for most of the guys. Best chicken sandwich on the earth. No debate. The night ended pretty typically, burning things and sleep.

Does it mean that i'm spoiled if i get irritated that this campsite doesn't have wifi?

Epic Road Trip For The Ages. Days 1 & 2

Day 1, 7/17
Road TRIP!!!
So after spending the night at the smith household and getting 2 hours of sleep at the most, we woke up at 5:30 am and departed. John Baker, Dutch Smith, Josh Smith, Dan Huntington and Jaron Pak. These are the experiences which took place from that point on…
We got about 5 minutes into the trip and decided to stop at Timmy Ho’s upon walking in, we noticed 5 men, sitting in the corner and came to the realization that we were looking at our future selves! Dan was the dude with high white socks. Naturally.
We returned to the road, and the chaos ensued. An individual, who shall remain unnamed for his own safety, dropped a tim hortons iced capp cup out the window, thereby killing countless numbers of panda bears all over the world. And coincidentally attacking a lady driving a Volvo.
So then she passed us,
And we followed her for about 75 miles…
At the boarder of Penn and NY, we stopped at the welcome center and it was NOT WELCOMING! Dan, walked inside, noticing a sign that said “smile, you’re in Pennsylvania.” He started grinning widely. Strutting inside with a natural buoyancy only a road trip could cause, he walked toward the bathroom. Suddenly, a stoic gentleman with a crooked mustache stopped him saying, “where are your shoes?!” Dan suddenly realized, he was barefoot! So he replied, “I left them in NY.” But this answer did not suffice and Dan was refused the right to urinate inside. So he did so, outside.
This was only the start of our adventures in the hell hole known as Pennsylvania. Ask Joe Biden, nothing good comes out of there. We started our trip into the center of Philadelphia. Easier said than done, one essential element is to actually exit on the right exit. We finally did make it into the city and dang was it impressive. We find a parking garage (which cost us 17 bucks altogether) and started walking. We were trying to reach Genos, world famous Philly Cheese steaks. We thought, maybe a couple minutes away? No, it took about 45 minutes to walk all the way there. But dang, those cheese steaks were freaking awesome but be warned. The hot sauce, happens to actually be pretty hot. In fact, your mouth will start bleeding if you’re not careful.
We have the creepy ability to hit EVERY SINGLE TRAFFIC JAM.
As the trip progressed, we slowly but surely lost any sign of previous sanity we held to. Songs of hatred for Pennsylvania would sporadically break out.
Eventually, at about 11 we reached the campsite. (After being chased down by a police officer down the hiking trail path) Nobody wanted to set up camp though so we started walking to the beach and came out on the dunes. It was insane, you could see the bridge lit up across the Chesapeake bay. And then we saw the sand crabs come up everywhere and begin chasing us across the beach! Finally we escaped and still didn’t’ want to set up camp so we took the sleeping bags and pillows underneath a boardwalk, in the sand. It was intense, during the night, a security guard walked right over us, talking into his radio, trying to hunt down us fugitives.

But we survived.

Day 2, 7/18
Waking up under the boardwalk about 5:30, we ditched that place pronto and returned to our site. We STILL didn’t want to set up camp so we slept in the van for about 2 hours. Dutch, Dan and Jaron went to go ask about switching campsites and they were assisted by… Scott, some freakish being who could only be produced by Pennsylvania itself. Coincidentally, he enjoyed pushing over little girls on concrete for fun. Terrible fellow, quite a douche I'd say. He also broke into our campsite and ate our donuts and bread! finally we got our site switched up for this sweet spot. We set up camp mad fast and took off for the beach, started collecting shells and avoiding crabs, and stingrays… and people exercising…
After that, everyone was dying for some real food, so we went grocery shopping! Found this place called blooms, a different kind of grocery store. They specialized in rippin us off! One big plus on the store was the free beer samples… which we all avoided… of course… And they had huge sugar canes. Which tasted like wet cardboard but it was still cool to try out. After returning, we went back to the beach and took out good ol’ free Billy Mays. That’s right, Billy Mays, the whale. Unfortunately he is slightly retarded and Dan doesn’t treat him too well. But he loves us anyway. Especially Jaron. At the beach, we tried playing soccer, and volleyball and Frisbee. Failing miserably, but Billy Mays STILL accepted us. Next we dug up some chairs in the sand and chilled. Then we jumped in the water and I got stung by a stupid Jellyfish! And then we left, and had some madd awesome chicken, thanks to Dutch’s good call on the food selection.
After dinner we, went to the Beach, Who saw that coming? The sunset was downright terrific. Then we got back to our site and did absolutely nothing productive. After some guitar and a Bible study we called it a day and snoozed.
That tent was way too tight for comfort. Apparently Jaron and Josh ganged up on Dutch in the night and kicked him out of the tent. It was violent and bloody.

OK, Days 3 and on will be up soon enough, hope everyone is having an awesome time despite our absence =P

Remember why i forgot

So today,

I remembered myspace.

I logged in.

Then I remembered.

Why I had forgotton it.

I Am Disgusted

Since when is it suspicious or threatening to disagree with the government?

A recent report was issued from the Department of Homeland Security, The report, titled "Rightwing Extremism: Current Economic and Political Climate Fueling Resurgence in Radicalization and Recruitment," released last week by DHS' Office of Intelligence and Analysis, said while there is no specific information that domestic right-wing terrorists are planning acts of violence, it suggests acts of violence could come from unnamed "rightwing extremists" concerned about illegal immigration, abortion, increasing federal power and restrictions on firearms -- and it singles out returning war veterans as susceptible to recruitment.

Not to make this sound like one of Jeff Foxworthy’s “you know you’re a redneck if…” but…

You're a "rightwing extremist" if you are concerned about;

• Illegal immigration. Which, last I checked, was still against the law and takes up millions of jobs while our unemployment skyrockets.

• Abortion. Ok, if you hold the opinion that abortion is the murder of another human being, regardless of your justification, that makes you a potential terrorist?

• Increasing federal power. Well this one I can understand. After all, I doubt the government wants to risk losing any of is power. After all, the government doesn't serve us, we financially support the government.

• Restrictions on firearms. Yeah, don't you dare try and get a firearm. After all, you don't need it. Crime rates are nonexistent and there's no need for you to protect your property... and even if you did! That's what the feds are here for...

Wow, so all of that, makes you a potential terrorist threat to be CONCERNED about.

So I guess lemmings and the uninterested/apathetic are the only two demographics that are safe to remain in society.
And the veterans? Not gonna lie, this sounds like some slight paranoia.
DHS is worried that the people who fought, risked their lives, sacrificed time with their loved ones, and gave up the very illusion of comfort, those same people are the most likely group to become terrorists?

Ok, here’s how it goes, if there are legitimate threats, DHS should be the first to give a heads up. BUT… This isn’t a threat, this is a hunch. DHS acknowledges that “there is no specific information that domestic right-wing terrorists are planning acts of violence.” But then proceed to name stereotypical bi-partisan issues as motivating factors for terror…

So we’ve all learned something here today, the new definition of terrorist.
Terrorist – (1) One who commits violent or destructive acts (as bombing) by means of concern over significant national issues. (2) The political minority