It’s pretty freezing in here.
To me.
Agh.
Gotta make up some stupid quizzes in a couple classes because of the stupid vacation.
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Annndddd…my skirt part of my uniform is like 389478293048930 times too big! So I have to get it tailored. It sucks cuz the other skirts left are like for anorexic girls. Blah blah blah. Sooo…yahh.
That song is stuck in my head.
So the trip to Florida was…LONG. 12 hours the first day which we went through Indiana, a bit of Ohio, Kentucky, and ended in Chattanooga, Tennessee. My great uncle Richard came with his ex-wife that he still lives with, their daughter Angie and her son. He looks like my cousin’s son Jonathon. Jonathon is half mexican. So yahh, and Uncle Rich couldn’t believe that I was 18 already. Last time he saw me, I was 15.
The next day, we got up and left the hotel at about 10:00 and went through the rest of Tennessee, Georgia, and Florida. Ended up getting to Orlando about 9ish at night.
The first couple of days were kinda coldish for Florida and were pretty boring. They call 41 degrees a frost. lmao. I thought that was hilarious. Compared to the temps here usually in the winter. But it was pretty nice there for the most part. I got to wear shorts again. =] I missed that.
Friday, we went to Island of Adventures. Alot of money just to get in. And I only rode 2 rides. hah. One of the the rides I rode twice. LONG wait lines. The Incredible Hulk and the Deuling Dragons. The first time I rode the Hulk, I was with my sister Syd, and I ended up having one of the arms of my glasses kinda bent. Can’t notice though. Then the second time, I was with Syd and our dad. There was this like 14 year old guy in front of us and his girlfriend and her friend cut us off. Then he was like all over her, having to kiss her every single time the line stopped moving. It was ridiculous. He even licked her face! Half the time she was pushing him off of her and away from her. It was funny. Then he kept looking back and me and my sister as if trying to impress us or make us jealous. It just made me disgusted.
Well Saturday morning, we packed and left at 10:00. Got to Nashville at 9:30, because the stupid traffic jams. It was crazy. Sunday morning, we left at 8:30 their time/9:30 our time. Then got home at 9:30 after picking up our dog [I missed like crazy. She was in every single one of my dreams.]
It’s good to be home.
I got tired of everybody in the family it was crazy. Being stuck in the van for long hours at time.
