Blah. I hate Sundays.
They are probably the worst day of the week. Even Mondays are better, because they don't have the sort of dread that Sundays do. On Sunday you have a lot of homework to finish, but you don't want to do it. You have to go to the barn to ride your horse, and you have to take a shower an hour before you do so it has time to dry, but you're still not dressed and you don't want to get going. You haven't had breakfast yet, and it doesn't sound very appetizing, but you have to eat something or you'll start snapping at your mom.
Yeah, so, I don't like Sundays. Or maybe it's just that this past week has been so freaking hectick. On Thursday, our class set out for a hiking trip on Mount Washington. We drove part way up and then climbed up the rest and back down. It was exhausting and I got a cold. We went back to the camp site and ate dinner and went to bed and it was cold! We woke up and went for another hike, this time up to the beginning of Tuckerman's Ravine, or something like that. It was okay, except I think I got the stomach bug that one of the boys in our class had because I almost threw up when I tried to drink some water and when we got back down I couldn't eat any lunch. Yeah, this might not sound very bad, but I never throw up - I have, like, maybe once in my life. So then we got home and I felt kind of sick, but I was reading a good book (Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones). I watched The Two Towers on DVD, which was very fun, and drank Ginger Ale, which helped with my stomach. I didn't eat much dinner, either, and then stayed up late on the computer, catching up. I went to bed, but was woken up at one thirty by my growling stomach. I went down stairs and ate some left-overs and then went back to bed. On Saturday, I had to go do a wine tasting with my mom. My dad's supposed to do these because it's his winery, but he had to do one somewhere else. So I got there and found out that there was absolutely nothing I could get myself to eat. I spent the majority of the afternoon snapping at my mom, but then she bought me the new Tamora Pierce book (Trixter's Choice - it's great already!) and I was nicer to her. The day was better after that.
Wow, I'm tired today. Like I said, I hate Sundays. I don't want to get up. Wah.
Yeah, so, I don't like Sundays. Or maybe it's just that this past week has been so freaking hectick. On Thursday, our class set out for a hiking trip on Mount Washington. We drove part way up and then climbed up the rest and back down. It was exhausting and I got a cold. We went back to the camp site and ate dinner and went to bed and it was cold! We woke up and went for another hike, this time up to the beginning of Tuckerman's Ravine, or something like that. It was okay, except I think I got the stomach bug that one of the boys in our class had because I almost threw up when I tried to drink some water and when we got back down I couldn't eat any lunch. Yeah, this might not sound very bad, but I never throw up - I have, like, maybe once in my life. So then we got home and I felt kind of sick, but I was reading a good book (Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones). I watched The Two Towers on DVD, which was very fun, and drank Ginger Ale, which helped with my stomach. I didn't eat much dinner, either, and then stayed up late on the computer, catching up. I went to bed, but was woken up at one thirty by my growling stomach. I went down stairs and ate some left-overs and then went back to bed. On Saturday, I had to go do a wine tasting with my mom. My dad's supposed to do these because it's his winery, but he had to do one somewhere else. So I got there and found out that there was absolutely nothing I could get myself to eat. I spent the majority of the afternoon snapping at my mom, but then she bought me the new Tamora Pierce book (Trixter's Choice - it's great already!) and I was nicer to her. The day was better after that.
Wow, I'm tired today. Like I said, I hate Sundays. I don't want to get up. Wah.