The only good thing about my trip to the karoo was the train trip. We got on the train on Monday and arrived there late at night. It was better than anything could I have ever imagined. I’m sad to say I had the most horrible time of my life on Rooipoort. It started off fairly well. I had fun, running around watching the sheep. To my horror the dam in which we had always played had dried up! My lil cousin pointed out to me that it was the middle of the summer and that the rain season only began in about two weeks. I had never seen rain the Karoo .My older cousin Daleen was only due to arrive on Friday. My lil cousin Josef was actually quite nice. It as only ‘til Daleen arrived that he turned sour and thought his silly insults would faze me. It wasn’t that he hurt my feelings, he was just really annoying, not leaving me alone long enough to finish a page of my book. That reminds, The little town they have there .had quite an interesting library. I had also brought quite afew books along so I was entertained, unlike my sister who spent the week following Josef around and begging him to take her on his motorbike. I never realized what a bad relationship Daleen and I had. We are opposites and a lot of the things she does really irritates me. We had a major argument, Josef turned on me and so my time was ruined. She doesn’t know how to let stuff go and realize how hurtful the things she says can be(not that I was hurt, I just thought it irrelevant to our fight and totally unnecessary). Josef is real little liar. Suddenly he was hurt because I had commented on his freckles and moles, which I had not. My uncle, their father believed them both, and scolded me. You have no idea how painful that was. He is a man twice my height and size. And he has a very scary voice. He told me to stop my ‘kak’, I wasn’t listening to the rest of his lecture I was trying to keep my self from crying. I had no idea why I wanted to cry, I wasn’t scared of him. I was also trying to keep my self from making sarcastic remarks as not to anger him even more. I said ok at the end of his wrath and walked off as if nothing had happened. But something had happened; I now had no love or respect for that man. I hated him, which I was ashamed for thinking because I’d never hated a family member.


A lot more happened after that, involving him and my cousins. I might write about it later but right now I have better, happier things to discuss. Like how I bought two new cds with my Christmas money. I bought the new Beatles compilation Love and the new My Chemical Romance cd. I’m not quite sure I like what they’ve done the Beatles’ songs.
School starts on the 10th, and I can’t wait! I’ll see my friends, all of them at once. There are other reasons that I’m afraid I can’t discuss if fear of being called a nerd. Though I like that.