Ah yes, it's that time of week again! Time to rant, that is. And by rant, I don't necessarily mean it has to be ranting in the 'modern' sense of the word. LAWLS VICEY. *ahem* So there was this big argument in my last blog. I can't decide whether I want to up the ante and be even more offensive this time, or back off a bit and give things a chance to cool off for awhile. Haha. I think I'll write something a little tamer so I don't have to keep up with the comments as much, because I'm going to be busy this weekend.

---Camping---
So, who here loves the great outdoors? The smell of campfires and marshmallows, the soft chirping of crickets, the crunch of leaves when you walk.. I don't much care for any of it, myself. In fact, I hate camping. If it involves a tent and excess exposure to fresh air, count me out. Count me out twice. Every time I go camping, it rains. This is simply a fact of the matter. I can't go camping and have it not rain. As soon as my family packs the tent and gets to driving, the rainclouds form and follow us all the way to the campground.

Granted, by the last time I went (I.E. my mother forced me to go, because I was still young enough for her to pull that shit), we had it down to a science. Throw up the tent, the screen house over the picnic table, and then a giant rain tarp over the entire site. Of course, that was never enough. The tarp would sag and pools of water would form. Then they'd drip all over.. and that's if you don't accidentally walk into one and have the whole bug and bacteria filled mess dump all over you. This is not to mention the stream of dirty pine-needle-mud-soup that would flow across the ground and turn it to mush, and then when you tried to get to sleep at night it was wet and squishy all over. You know that rain that falls so hard the sound it makes is deafening? Try your best to visualize that as you read the rest of this blog.

But yeah, it was always a mess. Pouring torrential rain and wind the whole 2-4 days we'd do this. I still remember the last time I tried to go hiking in such conditions.. we ended up losing the path and trying to trudge back to a main road through pricker bushes (my mother's bright idea), which totally shredded me up, as all I was wearing was this flimsy plastic rain parka.. and then I got soaked because that was ripped. You just would always spend the whole damn time damp. I argue that camping doesn't even count as a 'vacation', because vacations are more relaxing than real life, and camping is less so.

Don't even get me started on the one time I went camping and it didn't rain. Turns out that all along the plague of rain was holding off a plague of bees! I got stung 7 times the first day (4 different bees, and 3 by this one really nasty wasp that got into my shirt somehow), 3 times the second day, and escaped only on the third day because I hid in the public restroom and it smelled so bad they were dying at the door. I hate camping.
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So anyway, this is more of an opinion of something based on past experience than a position on a point of argument. Given that I think this is less likely to cause squabbles, instead I'll ask: What do you guys think of camping? What's your best or worst camping experience?