Week: Summer
Songs to Remember: Beep Beep - BTOB
Oh my fucking god, I don't know where to start. This has been one of the most pointless, most stupid day of this Summer, and it's only about 3 weeks in.
My mom came in my room at fucking 6:30 in the morning, telling me to wake up. We're going to fucking Yosemite at 6 in the fucking morning. I had trouble going to sleep last night, I finally fell asleep at about 1:30 in the morning. Which means I got about 5 hours of sleep.
Since it was 6 in the morning, on a Sunday, there were barely any cars out on the road, and it was fucking cold. We were going to travel to Yosemite by bus, one of those Vietnamese buses with tons of Vietnamese people. In order to get to the bus, we had to drive there, which took about 10 minutes.
It was 7:00 AM when we got to the place where the bus was parked. My dad wanted to pack so much fucking things that weren't necessary, I mean it's not like we're going to move to another state or something. We decided to bring a backpack.
My parents saw this one guy who was handing out red bags with like a tiny bottle of water in each out of the trunk of his car. He was near the bus and was Vietnamese, so we thought he was with the bus company and all. My mom asked for more water and he was like "only one bottle each" and my mom was like "What?". We had to get water from the trunk of our car, the ones we keep in case of emergencies.
Turns out the dude wasn't with the bus company and was only handing out the bags and water as advertisement for an airline. He was the brother or whatever of this one girl who was a tour guide on the bus. Turns out they had water on the bus for everyone.
We sat way in the back of the bus since there was a seating chart. I sat next to the window and my dad sat next to me while my mom sat in the front with this one lady. About a couple hours into the travel, we stopped for bathroom breaks and food. I told my mom I didn't have to go, but she still made me. I never use the restrooms at school (only about like, once per semester or if I ever really need to go) so I know how to hold and control my bladder.
The place we stopped at was like a small shop/ convenience store selling food and knick-knacks like wind-chimes. I went to the restroom (it was a pretty small restroom, like 1 stall, 2 urinals, and a sink) and there was only a urinal not taken.
I usually prefer the stall since it gives me more privacy, but I just decided to go for the urinal to not be weird. My underwear has like no "slot" in the front, so I pulled the front of my underwear down a bit and unzipped. I tried to take a piss, but there was no pee coming out. Like, none. I knew that people were staring at me like "Da hell is this kid doing?" so I just pulled up my underwear and zipped up my pants and went to wash my hands.
That is when the pee decided to come out. My underwear was wet for about 5 minutes. Outside in the back of the place (also where the restrooms are), there were some animals like ostriches, horses, and a peacock. They weren't really chained up or anything, the peacock just roamed around doing whatever. We then went back to the bus.
Sitting for another 2 hours, the bus was finally approaching Yosemite, Yoseshmitee, Yose-whatever it's name is. I don't want to hear it's name ever again. Everyone was like "Oooh" and "Aaah" -ing at the rocks and trees as we were driving through. When we finally got to the parking lot inside of the place, my mom made me go to the restrooms again.
There was a system with the shuttles and shit that we needed to follow like shuttle 2 takes you to blah, shuttle 6 takes you to blah, etc. The first shuttle we had to get on was shuttle 8, which took us to the gift-shop and restaurant. Then everyone had about an hour to do whatever they want. At 1:30 PM, we all had to meet at the stop for shuttle 6. I only ate one hot-dog and drank some water during the whole bus ride to Yosemite, that's it. We decided to sit down and eat.
We didn't buy any of the fast food they had at the restaurant because that shit's expensive. My mom packed some shitty granola bars and sweet rice while my dad had fruit like bananas and apples. I ate the sweet rice, I didn't like it. My mom then proceeded to buy 2 ice cream bars (only 2 'cause my dad didn't want one) and a Gatorade.
My dad wanted to do some hiking like "Oh let's follow this trail, we'll go the side of the mountain" and some shit like that. We decided to go look around at the gift shop, emphasis on look. I don't see why, I wouldn't want to buy anything in there anyway. People spend so much money on that shit, with mugs and t-shirts that say "Yosemite" and shit like that. Or- or those key-chains- nobody is going to use those. I'm not a sucker for those stupid goods. I saw a lady's cart at the checkout line there and it looked like she went fucking grocery shopping like, what is this.
We then went to the fucking museum and took a picture of my mom and I front of this really big tree stump. My dad kept on fucking complaining about "Oh what's this? What's this black part right there?" in the fucking photos. Can he not see that it's the fucking sunlight and shadows? Come the fuck on. What? Is every picture supposed to be studio perfect? For fuck's sake.
When it was about 1:25 PM, we went to the shuttle stop for shuttle 6. By the way, shuttles their are just buses that take you around the park, nothing special. Our next stop was at the lower part of the so called "Yosemite Falls", also known as try not to fall off the rock you're posing on and on to the rocks below.
We took a few pictures and every single time, my dad would take the picture kneeling. He does this every time. My mom says that it looks stupid, because the person in the picture will be looking down at the floor because how we got to look at the camera. Still, my dad does it. Then my dad was like "Turn your head this way" and grabs my face because he didn't say it clearly enough. I can never understand what he says.
Then he's like "Oh, it's the sun. The sunlight makes that black part in the photo. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. There were so many fucking people, most of them were Caucasian. Probably the most Caucasians I've ever seen in a place.
We then sat for the remainder of that part. We just sat there. I wanted to climb the rocks near the "waterfall", but then my parents wouldn't be able to because they're getting old I guess. After that, it was time to go back to the bus to go to one final stop to take a group picture (with everyone who's on the bus).
Of course we didn't rush to get back the bus, we just casually walked with the group. The tour guide hadn't followed us yet, since she was still near the lower Yosemite falls to direct anyone who didn't know where to go. So then we just stayed near this one location until the tour guides were ready to come.
My parents made some friends (with the people on the bus) and some of em' (they were mostly all ladies) asked my dad to take a picture of them, with the background being the Yosemite Falls. My dad, being the person that he is, does not know how to use an iPhone, yet having a phone similar to an iPhone (it's a Samsung whatever).
It's just one touch on the screen, a big circle. Apparently my dad somehow touched somewhere else on the screen because as I was standing a distance behind him, I saw the screen changed to the front camera, and then my dad touched the capture button. What, the, fuck. I could see the look on his face when he's so god damn confused, somehow not knowing how to touch a simple button, but accidentally taking a mother-fucking selfie. And he doesn't even know what that means.
The ladies then had someone else take the picture, since my dad was so mother-fucking clueless. HIS PHONE HAS A FUCKING CAMERA, BUT HE NEVER USES IT. GOD DAMN TECHNOLOGY WASTED. Why the hell does he even have a touch screen phone when he only uses it to make calls?
Anyways, we get back onto the bus and they drove us to this one spot near the side of the road and you can see the distance and stuff. We took the group photo and then they gave us all 15 minutes to take any more pictures. After that, we got on the bus to go back to that place back in San Jose.
Oh my god the ride was so fucking long. My legs were sore to the blood pooling in my legs from sitting down so long. My dad kept on being annoying by making unnecessary comments along the way, taking out loud to himself, and sighing so loudly I can hear it through my earphones. I didn't get any sleep at all so it was just a fucking train wreck.
Apparently we made a stop for another bathroom break and for food if anybody was hungry. They told us to get back in about 30 minutes. We were near a gas station with In 'n' Out Burger, KFC, and Taco Bell. There were a lot of people at In 'n' Out so my parents and I decided to go to Taco Bell. And of course my mom made me use the bathroom again.
I wasn't really hungry (even though I was, I barely ate anything) but I just wanted to go home. My mom didn't want anything either, 'cause she thought we'd be home at like, 8:00 PM. My dad ordered 3 Tacos.
Outside, it was so humid and hot. Not the regular kind of hot, but the hot where you can actually feel the hot touching you. My mom and I went back in the bus while my dad just ate outside under some shade in the parking lot, for whatever reason. In the bus, there's air conditioning (a bit too much air conditioning) and outside it was humid and hot.
On the bus, I overheard this one girl (she's like 16 or something, I don't know, the usual teen age) telling her brother about her father or something, saying "... it sounded like he's screaming...". Then this guy stormed in the car, the guy being their father (also their cousin was with them, teen age as well). He got in so fast I didn't even see him walk into the bus.
The guy was like, beyond angry, his attitude being way different from when him and my dad were talking to each other before on the bus. He went like ape-shit on those poor kids. When an Asian father is yelling at you, you know you're going to die. You just do. You don't fight or talk back, you just accept your fate.
He was yelling at them (is there a better word than yelling to describe this? "Exploding", that's the word) because apparently, they went to In 'n' Out, but since the line was so long, they went to KFC to eat instead. The dad was still waiting at In 'n' Out for them. I guess he waited so long his temper just shot off.
As he was yelling at the kids, people on the bus (consisting mostly of like, old people/ middle aged women) were laughing it off a bit. At first I thought he was joking around, but then I was like "Oh shit, this dude is being serious". Everyone was like "Oh don't worry about" and all that. This was all happening right next to me, as the dad sat across the right of me, like 1 and a half feet away from where his seat was.
He was standing up and just yelling the shit outta them. He asked them why they didn't call, and was like "Did I receive a call?! Did I?!" and showing his phone to his son. The son reached out to see the phone since the dad was like shoving it in his fucking face, and the dad pulled back and said "I'll throw this phone at your face".
He then scolded his daughter a bit and told her to put away her phone. I- I felt their pain. I really did. I felt so fucking sorry for them, due to the fact that they were getting yelled out, but in front of everyone on a bus. Oh shit. I cried, I'm not even kidding, as the dad was scolding them and everyone was telling him to calm down, I teared up a bit, because I felt the kids' pain. I empathize with them, because I've been the same situation as them. Not even kidding.
So we rode for another 2 hours before we finally got back to San Jose where our car was parked, the time being about 8:30 PM. I was just like "Thank god" because I did not want to spend another minute on that stupid bus and on this stupid trip.
We got in the car and my mom ordered take-out from this restaurant for dinner. We got home at about 9:00 PM. I ate dinner and waited for my mom to finish showering. It was 10:30 PM, I took a shower at 10 fucking 30 PM. My mom then tells me to sleep early due to me being tired today. Well I wouldn't be tired if we hadn't gone on the fucking trip, wouldn't I?
Today was such a fucking waste of time and a waste of money. I think it was about $200 for the three of us on that bus? That could have gone to, I don't know, bills, my college fund, gas, a PHONE, or any other useful thing. It was my mom's idea to go to fucking Yosemite, not for like fun or vacationing, but for me to "experience" it, as she had already been to Yosemite 2 decades ago or whatever.
I woke up at 6 fucking AM, on the bus at 7:30 AM, got to Yosemite at 12:30 PM, left Yosemite at 4:00 PM, and got to San Jose (not home) at 8:30 PM, and finally home at 9:00 PM. We spent more time on the fucking bus than at the place we spent fucking money to go to.
The only experience I got was to never go to Yosemite ever again. Never fucking again. What a waste of a good day. Dad pissed me off, dude screaming at his kids, parents payed $200 for 3 fucking hours of hiking, sore legs, and time wasted. Never fucking again.
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