I have come to the conclusion that Labor Day weekend sucked. At least, it did for me.

See, my mom has this weird friend, Marty. Marty and her entire family take all these random vacations. At the beginning of summer (actually, a few days before summer, on my birthday weekend) we went and intruded on one of their family vacations. In the Keys. And because my mom wanted to go, I had to waked up a 4AM so I could be back at school in time for Finals.

Basically, that one sucked. I was stuck at Marty's parents' house in the Keys for three days with nobody I knew. All the kids were either my brother's age or juniors and up. So I spent three days, including my fricking birthday, bored - all because my mom (and only my mom) wanted to go.

So this time, we went to Cocoa Beach. Same thing, except this time we were always rendezvouing in hotel rooms or overcrowding resturants.

So yeah. Not a lot of fun.

Oh, and when we went to the beach, it wasn't sunny. Beaches have to be sunny. It's like, a law. And the water there was gross.

But whatever.

Whoo. Hurricane Hanna might hit us. At least I'll get days off school we won't have to make up.

Damn. I don't have a hurricane named after me.

You know what? The Cheetah Girls really annoy me. Like, all their stupid movies and stuff. What happened to Raven, anyway?

So, while I was away I read this book, The Lake House. It was stupid. I like the rewritten Maximum Ride books more.