Strike Over

Thanks dclh for being the ONLY one to comment. You gave me some pretty good advise: to blog for the sake of blogging. So the only exciting thing that happened to me since my last post was that I found out that my summer vacation has been extended due the the demolishing of the rectory! Yay! On the down side, my Christmas vacation will be shorter. Since no one reads my blog anyway, Im gonna type a bunch of random letterssdjaiodhadhsudhaioooooooooophg jkdgsqwertybhoi.

Im back!

Thats right folks, Im back! I know you may have heard rumors about this and Im here to confirm that no, I was not sold into slavery by Sweedish Menenites. Anyway, Im back and Im blonde again! Thats exciting. And Im going on a strike. Im not going to write in my blog untill someone comments.

I almost died yesterday. And the fire alarm went off at my house.

Ok so there was a storm the other night right? Well my dad and I went down to our beach to see if the land had changed becuase of the storm. And so then we're like "Hey look a sand bar!" because there was what looked like a sand bar about 100 feet from the shore. So then we went to the house and got our swim suits on and got my brother up and we went to the beach to go on "the sand bar". We have this little inflatable one man boat (although it says 2 man on the box but thats just what those fucking Chineese people say because obviously they have a hard time judging space) that we tok out to find the said "sand bar". Ok my dad paddled inside the boat while my brother and I swam beside him doing depth checks and stuff every two minutes to see if it was getting any shallower. Well it wasnt. In fact there was no sand bar at all. Stay with me here people. So we were swimming in about lets say 30 feet of water with a teeny weeny litttle boat. And then my brother had this great idea of swiming back to shore. And so now hes like 50 feet away from me and me dad and drowning. Then my dad was yelling at me to get in the boat because he wasnt sure if Frankie Poo was OK or not. When we got back to my mother who was screaming and yelling to get Frank she told us that the sandbar we saw was actually the sand from the rip tide going out from the creek. By the end of this my lungs hurt. And thats the story of how I almost drownd. I also have another story. So this morning at about 4 30 I was sound asleep like any normal person should be. Then I was awakened by the fire alarm which is really loud. Ok if youve ever been awakened by the fire alarm you probably already know how scary it is. If you dont Ill tell you. Imagine having a really nice dream about fish, when all of a sudden you hear a really loud screeching and beeping. Its so not fun. Then we called some guy and complained and they said they couldnt help us becuase they dont know what the password is to turn it off and neither did we. So then we finally got it off and then the nice fire man came and told us that it was either because of the lightnign or the thingy ma jig was moufunctioning. (sp?? ) Ill be back from Michigan on Saturday! Hope to see ya soon.

Its me again

Im at the library with the Christmas tree again and I only have 10 minutes so Ill make this snappy. If you know me call me. If you dont, e-mail me.

Its been a while but i havnt forgotton

Yes Im still here. And yes Im still writin in this damn thing. I dont know why because it seems like no one is reading it but none the less Im writin. Im in Michigan and its hot and Victoria came up here Monday and she left on Wednesday so now Im sad and bored and hot. Im in a library right now, aand it has a Chrismas tree in it. Is there something I should know? Well now Im going back out into the heat. Merry Christmas!