Exclamation!

It was recently brought to my attention by Whitfield that all my blog entries have exclamatory titles...

Oh well!



I'm in sunny, hot, humid FLORIDA! Destin, to be exact. The water is at a comfortable temperature, the sand is clean and fresh, and it's so dang beautiful here!

I'm currently waiting around for my father, step-mother, and half-sister to all wake up from their day-nap. I'm starving!

I'll be back here soon!

Sunshine On My Shoulders!

Humidity.
Sunshine.
Afternoon rain.
Ridiculous amounts of mosquitoes.
Palm trees.

Those descriptions only narrow my location down to...eh, about half of the United States.

JACKSONVILLE!

Sawgrass Marriott Golf Resort & Spa...so amazing. We leave tomorrow. Thirty minutes past four in the morning, in fact. Ugh. Oh well, the trip is great. My father let me tag along. This is, if you can believe, a 'business trip'. My dad is a band manager for Michael Cavanaugh, a fast-growing, Broadway-starrin', Billy Joel-playin' pianist. The gig hasn't even been preformed yet, so I'm still waiting for the most exciting part of the trip.

I will say, I'm starting to get tired of the hotel television channels....not enough choices to keep my attention. We'd go to the beach, but my dad forgot his swimsuit. The best part is, 'like father, like son', I gorgot mine too. The beach is about a mile from the hotel, and I'll be right on the beach all next week in Destin, Florida (our REAL vacation), so it's not too big of a bummer.

The next time I'll see you, I'll be back home!

Sianarah!

Rootbeer!

Rootbeer: The 'Zeus' of all carbonated beverages. Thank you, Mr. Sonic Drive-In Restaurants, for graciously gifting me with your delicious (and absolutely free) floats of root-filled beer.

BlogSpot always seems to beckon me here to add another entry to the collection, but when I arrive, my mind is elsewhere. Maybe I have a dangerous addiction that needs to be cured? It can't possibly be! I believe the problem has to do with me having no life outside of my house, unless I'm summoned by friends or something of the sort, which is highly unlikely when you're blogging at midnight. Maybe it's some sort of blogging insomnia, forcing me to fit in the last-minute entry before passing out on my twin-sized bed that just so happens to be 3 feet away from my personal computer (Yes, I DID look down, and I actually calculated the distance. Beat that!).

...

Okay, I've been sitting here for seriously 5 minutes without a thought on my mind. I think I'll stick with my theory of blog insomnia.

Good night, I suppose.
Sorry for the disappointment, but my eyes are half opened.

Snarklefoobendarf. <---- Evidence of 'the sleepy-sillies'.

"I didn't mean to!"

Ah. Let's start off this blog entry by using one of my favorite and most original quotes..."I didn't mean to". The phrase can simply be used in any situation! I mean, if you and your friends are wrestling, and you break something, hey, "I didn't mean to!". If you punch one of your male friends in the 'between-the-legs' area for no reason other than to see how they react, well, "I didn't mean to!", so it's absolutely okay! You see? The phrase is just too valuable NOT to use!

Okie dokie.

Whitfield and Samuel, the blogless boy, came over today. Samuel was the 'male friend' that was 'accidentally' punch in the 'between-the-legs' area...Yes, I did it. But, remember, I DIDN'T MEAN TO!

Whitfield told me a tale of some new theory that he had about how 'girl-liking' girls and 'guy-liking' guys somehow could marry each other because the 'guy-liking' guys like guys, and the 'girl-liking' girls try to act like men, therefore, they should like each other. I don't know...take it against him if you're offended! I am not to blame!

It just turned 11pm here, whoopie! Another late summer night. I shall go waste away my previously-learned education by slaughtering Nazi zombies on Call of Duty: World at War, and also by watching incredibly amazing movies (Mostly including actors such as Jim Carrey, Will Ferrell, Steve Carrell, and John C. Reilly!). Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

I am done; finished; complete.

Goodbye young one. (...unless your old, then, uh...Just take it as a compliment!) BYE! GOSH!