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This trip is bullshit.

I hope that there's a serial killer out in the woods. I hope that he murders all of you.

Preemptive dibs on the bed with the least amount of blood on it.

[this iJournal message is brought to you by the surly teenager on the roof of the Marian Family Cabin. how did he get up on the roof? he doesn't know, but it's better than talking to any of you losers.]

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[But they love you Zelman somehow ;o; And he rolls his eyes at that. IF YOU GET HEAT STROKE FROM YOUR HAT...]

Right. Fine, whatever.

[And yeah better check since you might have been too busy...thinking about how everything sucks]

You did pick out a bed for tonight, right?

You mean a few square feet of space, right? That place is cramped, there's no way in hell there's an actual bed left.

[...he'd just kind of planned on sleeping on the roof or crashing at someone else's house.]

So you didn't. Zelmaaaaan.

[a groan]

Then what do you plan to do then?

Hey! I'll find something, don't worry about me.

[dryly;]

Gee, I dunno Zelman. Some days it's really hard not to worry about you.

[For oh so many reasons. But whatever, let the kid do what he wants. he still plans to sleep on the roof because eff sleeping in the same room as dad. ]

Edited 2012-07-24 05:09 (UTC)

What's that supposed to mean.

[come at me, bro. B(]

Did you not just talk about how you wish a serial killer would come and murder us all?

...Hey. I was kidding. [B)]

[a light scoff and an eyeroll, but at least his expression has amusement in it. Sometimes he envies you Zelman and your ability to get to say all this atrocious crap for shits and giggles.]

Yeah, sure. Whatever little brother.

A serial killer would probably take you out too anyway.

No way. I'm too smart.

[he sort of... waves them in the direction of where things are happening. is he getting food or not?]

Really? Way smarter than anyone else here?

[yeah yeah fine we don't want to relieve the Chicken Nugget Incident of 2010, so he'll nod and start heading in that direction. ]

Smarter when it comes to horror movie survival tactics.

[he won't claim to be smarter than like his crazy scientist uncles or whatever. but he DOES think he's pretty effin' smart.]

[oh THESE THINGS again]

...Zelman. I know that's true in horror movies, but how's a serial killer that's busy killing all of us gonna have time to be able to tell if you've had sex or not?

No no no. [he waves his hand dismissively.] That shit's not really important. That's a joke.

It's more the being attentive, knowing your exits, knowing how to not hide in the closet like a dumbass. Hotwiring cars and knowing how to get around someone coming after you with a weapon, that kind of stuff.

[a sigh] Right, right. Okay that's a good point-

[except then one of the things he says clicks]

Wait. You know how to hotwire a car?

...You... don't know how to hotwire a car?

[like that's a skill that everyone just learns. djfklsd.]

[sdflkjsdfkmls. MY GOD ZELMAN. If he wasn't an atheist, he'd be wondering what he did in his past life to deserve to be born into a family with little siblings like these]

[...Nah. He still wonders it]

No. And it's kinda scary you seem to think that it's something I should know.

Well. ...Surprise.

[he just kinda shrugs djfklsdfsd]

...Just tell me you haven't put it into practice.

I have only used my powers for good, not evil.

[stuffs his hands in his pockets. :T]

[He rolls his eyes as he approaches the food table of the BBQ or whatever is going one]

Sure, whatever.

Just don't get arrested or leave Dashboard Confessional in anyone's stereo.