But, I'll act as if it is what I think that it is

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So I got back from Mexico really late last night. It was an awesome trip. We had to take two planes home and the second one was so tiny that if you reached your arms out you could touch both sides. Well maybe thats a little bit of an exageration, but you get the picture. It was way hotter in Mexico than I remember it being, but we got used to it. I even got a tan. Ha, imagine that. I was still the whitest person there, even with the tan. Being with the family really wasn't that bad. My cousin, who is like 35 years old, and his wife are pretty cool. The main thing that we did was go on a cruise which stopped on a beach so we could horseback ride to a waterfall. That was cool. Everyone else went on a car tour thing later in the week but I was sick. The rest was mostly swimming. Lots of eating too. I tried octopus O_O It wasn't that bad. I also got a massage for the first time. That was interesting. Hmm...what else happened? I can't remember everything, but it was fun.

But then I came home...

You'd think there wouldn't be any drama but there is. I know I had something to do with it but certain things are just screwed up. Ryan and me are on a break. Which is fine and all but what does that mean? I don't know. I just need to figure some things out and decide what is worth the effort and what isn't.

*sigh* I thought summer was supposed to be easy. Maybe the rest of it will be stress free. I just want to have a good time.