Dear St. Lawrence River, it would be pleasing to me if you would keep your fish out of my grill. Thanks bunches. :DD

Okay, so posting that story that re-wrote is probably a terrible idea. I'm still deciding. It's just a little...questionable. However, I absolutely adore it. :DDD If I couldn't write this ideas out on paper, I have absolutely no clue what I would do with myself.

Secondly, yesterday I fell out of a kayak. Just thought I'd share that. I've been kayaking since I was a small child, but apparently God decided it was time for a little wake-up call. Therefore, while trying to manuever myself into my purple kayak, I lost balance and consquently flipped. However, I'm terrified of fish, so this was probably the worst possible thing that could happen. My father kept saying, "Swim over here! Swim over here!" But HELL NO. I was NOT swimming anywhere, those damn fish were all up in my grill. The water was probably about four feet deep, so I could have stood up, but I just rolled there in the kayak like I was drowning until my father could reach his hand out far enough to grab mine and pull me up onto the dock. Meh. I still went kayak fishing after that. Without changing.

Like I said, grin and bear it. I'm not wasting my time on feeling bad for myself. Funny things happen to me--what are ya gonna do?

Ahem.

So.

After kayak-fishing I climbed halfway across the Thousand Islands Bridge with my familia. I couldn't help but be a little fixed on the spiders that had manifested themselves through the bridge cables. Those little things were EVERYWHERE. It was upsetting. The view was wonderful though. Except whenever an eighteen wheeler would go by, the whole bridge would shake like it was about to collapse. That part I didn't find so hot.

And then, I colored and did a puzzle with my family. My mother kept hogging all the pieces. She had twenty or so of them that she had called her own. She's a freak.

FINALLY, until two in the morning, I watched the Kardashians and then HP with Caroline and Katie. We watched the Prisoner of Azkaban. My sister was blown away to hear that the line that I tend to recite a lot was in this movie. Every time anyone asks me a question and I don't know the answer, I say, "That's the question isn't it! He's the first one who done it!"

Yeah. That's from the Prisoner of Azkaban. I need to stop being so lame.

HOW AM I EVER GOING TO MAKE FRIENDS IN COLLEGE?!?!