We were heading towards Maine for a 5 day vacation. Since it was a 6 hour drive, my parents thought it would be fun to have a camping trip along the way. Suuuuuuuuuuurrrrre. I mean, yeah, a school trip with your grade would be fun, which would include cabins, clean bathrooms and showers, and the whole campsite would be reserved for you and your grade. But, ADM*, instead I had to go camping with my hillbilly sister (don't ask) and goes-to-the-bathroom-all-the-time-and-can't-stay-in-one-place brother. And my parents of course... but, there's nothing wrong with them. Except, my dad's really immature. Anyway, we camped in Massachusetts. It was fun for an hour, we went swimming in a lake, until... BOOM! Of course, thunder. Another one of those East Coast rainy days. So, everyone got out of the lake and we rode our bikes back to where our tent was. There was no rain... yet. We had finally got everything ready. The table was set with our food, a portable BBQ (for burgers), a table cloth, a lantern, a candle (it was supposed to keep the mosquitos away), and bug-spray bottles, the tent was up annd ready with 2 air mattresses, and every other camping thing that needed to be ready. And then it started raining. So, we all ran into the tent with chips, salsa, iced tea (for me), and wine (for Mom and Dad). The rest of the night was fine. The rain stopped... sort of... and we made smores (I have no idea how to spell it) and burgers and corn. At night, we watched U.S. Marshals on our portable DVD player (I know, we're such a camping family). The smell wasn't comforting though. It smelled like gallons of bug-spray, dirt, and smelly smore scraps (again, I don't know how to spell smore... if that's how you spell it... ha ha) had invaded the earth. The next morning, I got out of bed and didn't care to even put my clothes on (I had jammies on... don't worry). I made pancakes for everyone (we've been having those every Saturday morning, because I can make them by myself now... sorry if that sounds puh-thetic). But, it sort of seemed like the bug-spray was replaced with sugar water, because mosquitos had literally attacked us and the food. I was bit all over the place and lucky for me, I swell up. Anyway, that was our "fun" camping trip. I'll try to add pics and videos next week.
Maine was fun too. I mean, it wasn't paradise, but it was cool. The view was ah-mazing. We stayed with my mom's friends at her house which is massive for such a small family. The island they live on is called, Great Diamond Island. The island is so small, no one has cars! They all have golf carts and bikes. It's so cool. There are no schools on the island, so kids take the ferry out to Long Island (for Elementary) or Portland (for Middle and High School). I couldn't do that! I swear, I would be puking on the way there, and the way back. Ew. There was this little 2 year old there named Kineo and he was ah-dorable! It was impossible to stay away from him, even though he gave open mouth kisses and knocked you and whatever you are holding over when you try to leave him. But, I taught him how to dance at the 4th of July party which was also really fun. I danced all night (of course, after dinner) until the fireworks in Portland came. Dancing was fun, but it's sort of embarrassing if you have a Dad who thinks he can dance and a Mom who does her old dance routines from the 70s or something. Plus, now, people my age dance with friends and/or boyfriends or girlfriends (which is disgusting to me... especially since I'm in 6th grade). But, I don't mind dancing with guyfriends and friends who are girls (I don't like saying girlfriends because I sound... you know). Anyway, Happy Belated Independence Day!!
I'm doing dance this semester! Yay! Okay, so I'm sure about lyrical ballet... but, I don't know if I should do hip-hop, jazz, jazz funk, or tap for my second choice. I can only afford two types of dance lessons. So, please vote on the pole which other dance type I should do. Thanks!
Gotta go!! If you'd like to see me in Cali, please, please email me! (for the readers who I know and live in California.... no strangers (not that you're strange or anything... but, I'm a kid... and you could be a psycho... but, you're probably not... but, if you are, then back off please!), and New Jersey readers, I can see you anytime ;-)...unless you're a stranger... let's not get into that again! Byyyyyyye. Luv ya!!
*ADM stands for Ay Dios Mio, which is Spanish for Oh My Gosh (or God, but I'm Catholic). I got it from The Clique Summer Collection: Alicia, which I am done with and I'm ready to go get Kristen today (today's the release date! I finished Alicia just in time!). For those Clique readers, the movie trailer can be found on YouTube if you type in, 'The official Clique Movie trailer'. You should find it. The movie looks ah-mazing.
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