tailofdogma

i can feel it coming in the air tonight... hold on? fucking phil collins covers.

So i was going to post this long explanation of my weekend but i'm doing that tomorrow. the most fucking creepy thing just happened to me. So I went to my grandfather's grave this weekend while in Lakota. Whenever I'm there I break down for a couple of minutes and this trip was no exception. But I had my camera on me so i decided to take a couple of pictures of the cemetary. So I took this picture of my grandfather's grave:



What do you see? This has never happened to my camera or any picture I've ever taken in my life. it's so fucking creepy. But check this out!



The thumbnail shows the whole picture, but i can't load it up. I'm not entirely sure what to think about all of this.

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UPDATE:

So here's the actual update I was promising.

Friday:

The initial trip to Lakota from my uncle. He's quite amusing actually, and slightly more levelheaded than my father. Spent several hours at the farm before heading back into town for the turkey bbq.

Cool pictures:
http://img67.echo.cx/img67/7039/img48583xy.jpg
http://img67.echo.cx/img67/861/img48616hh.jpg

while at the BBQ I ran into my mother and a bunch of realitives. Turns out I'm related to half of that goddamn town if not more. While she shmoozed with people I walked over to the Cemetary, which is half the reason one goes to Lakota anyway. Took a couple of pictures, one of which won't come up on my computer for some reason or another. Though it is interesting to note that the picture of Jesus next to his grave looks like he's been witness to sacrifices or is rusting...whichever.



Then the street-dance, which I didn't participate in. The drinking however is a completely different story. I then proceeded to get drunk with my mom. Wow, that was strange. With little food in me (the food at the bbq was sub-par at best) I drank 2.00 Crown-cokes all night. My mother was stumbling in the middle of the road-drunk and I wrote this as soon as I made it back to my laptop:

"My cousin and I drank like motherfuckers tonight on account of my uncle. My uncle is the shit when it comes to alcoholism. So what Im trying to say is a good time was had by all. And god-bless the daylight. I should have a lady friend come in on Thursdays to show me an amazing time and Ill quit or rather skip my earlier classer just for the death cab reference. Mmmdeath cab .. but my point was that I got drunk.

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Later I got drunk with my mom at a local pub. That was fucking serene. So where were the spiders?

Lots of drunkenness and my cousin and his wife and his father (my uncle). Lots of fun was had. He paid for many rounds. Good times. My mom and I stumbled to the place where we are staying the night. Few things match running into people who you know an hour away from home and buying them a shot on your mothers dime. Again, good times."

Saturday:

Went out with family back out to the farm. Ate and visited with friends of the family. Then took Victor back to GF and surprised the hell out of Erin. Drank at the cay, lots of goodness but i couldn't get drunk no matter how hard i tried.

Sunday:

more drinking back at the farm. Made it back to VC and rearranged my room to something that I like.

Monday:

The power went out 5 minutes after I woke up. It was amusing but i still went to class. it was storming quite hard.