^LOL, Aqua Teen reference...In case you didn't get it...and you probably didn't...so...Yeah, moving on... (In high toned voice) Awwwwkwarrrrd...

I just wanted to post and say to all my bestest buds, that I will be leaving tomorrow morning. (Monday, June 5) I will be gone until late Thursday (June 8). You may or may not see me then, it depends how tired I am...I'm always so tired after a trip. Anyway, you won't see me at all during that time, where I'm going I have no access to the 'net. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be all "Where's Hazzy!? What happened to Hazzy!? OMG, I can't live without her!" I know you're all thinking that. Because I'm awesome...In every conceivable way.

I'm going down to Delaware with my parents. Yes, I am sending myself straight to hell. I don't know why I do this every year, intentionally go along with those people and allow them to drive me crazy. My dad is very temperamental, a clean freak, a tight-wad, and likes to tell me what to do. My mom is dumber then a box of rocks, acts and talks like a child, and likes to spend money we don't have...I can't stand being told what to do or stupid people. Needless to say, we don't tend to get along very well. Daddy bought be some Bacardi Apple. Oh, that beer is going to be flowing for HazzyRap...Yes, that beer will be needed.

Let me explain something; our vacations always suck. It's like you can place a bet on it. And it's for the reasons's above. I remember a few years ago when we went to Virgina Beach, and we were at each other's throats so bad I am surprised to this day nobody was killed. I'm not kidding. It was bad. The weather always turns to crap, my dad drinks like a fish (that makes things more fun!) we never have any money to do everything... It's always one hell week rolled into two or three nights.

So, you may ask, why do I do this to myself? Because I would never be able to get out and do anything by myself even close to a vacation without their help. I have no real money laying around to take a trip...I'm willing to semi-put up with the B.S. to get to the beach.

What's even "better" is that my two-year-old niece is riding along with us on the way. I can't stand that kid. She's just as bad as me when I was as a kid...which means she's horrible. Screams, yells, grabs everything, runs away when your not looking. Ack! My sister is at the race down in Dover...I don't know why she likes that crap, don't ask me. She dropped her off early this morning and we are supposed to meet her down there. Basically she wanted to get an early start on things. In turn, she made my life that much more difficult.

Did I mention I now only have about thirty bucks on me? That's it. Pops is going to have to cover my ass on everything else. Still, I can't do any real shopping, just sustain. Even on my vacation I have to budget. I just got a real, real bad pay...And I had a lot to put in the bank...and a lot of pet food to buy. It broke Hazzy very quick.

The good news is I'm taking one of my dogs; Spooky. The older one, the one I proudly take pictures of and display. The main reason I'm not taking Hewie is simply because he's not mature enough, he may be housetrained but a six-month-old-pup is still unreliable, and like to act out. He's also a horrible chewer, and likes to bark at anything that moves. Fine by me; he's going through his puberty and I expect it. But the place we're going won't. They wouldn't be happy with me bringing two dogs. Furthermore, we've never taken a dog on vacation before, so this is more or less an experiment.

This means several things, it'll give me more to do, and something to busy myself with so I won't put a bullet through my own head. Also, I can actually take the car if need be, drive away if they start up. Be all like "Hey, guess what? F*ck you!" (Speeds out in car with 'tallica blazing on radio)

Of course, there's lots of things I intended to do to get Spooky-girl ready, like get her some good flea stuff, get her shaved. Nope, ran out of money. I only succeeded in getting her a fold-away canvas crate and a tick remover. Oh well, do what you can...

I'm getting the last packed; her hyrdrocortisone spray for her feet, she's allergic to grass...Yeah, grass. Shut up. Toys, chews, that tick remover thingie, leashes, food, water containers, her booties. Christ, I'm nowhere near done, yet...I pack more for the dog then for me!

As for the Hewster, he's staying in a kennel that I have to drop him off first thing tomorrow morning...around seven. Yeah, that's too early for Hazzy. Yet she's doing it anyway. What I do for those animals. It's neverending. But he's only staying there for a day, then my sister is picking him up and taking care of him the rest of the time. So you see, we watch her kid, she watches my dog. That's the only reason I'm putting up with that brat. >_>

Aw well, enough pissing and moaning. I need to be moving because I very obviously have a lot to do. Wish me luck and hope I don't you know...Drive off a cliff or something. XD

...And yes, I will keep an eye out out for black, expensive cars trying to knock me off the road...Though I think if I actually saw Riccardo behind the wheel, I wouldn't be so adverse to it. :D

Tootles! Wish me good tidings. I'll miss you guys. ^_^