Bleh. My archives aren't working. I am not a happy camper.

Actually, I take that back. I am very happy because I just got home from the TYM pig pickin' and Joe and Sarah's house. I didn't eat any pig though. The head still being there is too much for me to handle. I got thrown in the pool. I hate wet jeans. But for the most part it was great fun. We blew bubbles and ate them and Emma and Cecilie tried to drink the bubble solution to see if they could blow bubbles out of their mouth. I didn't participate in that enjoyable activity.

I'm typing slow because I'm petting Luke with one hand. (Luke is my black lab, not my brother.)

My dad won $3 from the Virginia lottery. Which is odd. We don't live in Virginia but apparently he bought a ticket at a gas station on the way home from New York yesterday. I live in quite a strange world.

I really, really enjoy summer. No school. I can sleep in all I want and just sit around and eat all day if I feel like it. I can swim and run all the time. There's more thunderstorms in summer. I can read whatever I want and don't have to worry about reading books that I have no interest in for English. I really have no structure, heck, I could sleep all day if I wanted to. Yep, this is the life.