SeaWorld or Bust

Yes, the trip to SeaWorld for the 7th graders was today. It's the last field trip for the year, but not the last special thing. I'm still excited about the pool party. Wednesday, be there or be square.

So let's start at the beginning. I woke up. No way, IKR?! Got dressed, quietly since nobody else was up but my dad. Brushed my hair and teeth (Habit, can't leave the house with flyaways are dirty teeth.), then jumped in the car to go to McDonald's, the only place open at 5:45 am. Ate there and on the to school. Yum, a sausage, egg and cheese McMuffin. Mickey D's smelled yummy too. They were just brewing the coffee. I know they have not-too-good coffee, but it smelled good to a girl who was half-awake at the time. We went to the school, I waited to find my group, finally found them, got on the bus, and started the three hour trip there. Blah, blah, blah, both bus rides were boring.

We got to the park, and it was all cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain. It did start to sprinkle. My made an i-line to Manta, but it was closed because tech issues. They said they might not even be opening it today. Woah, harsh. We thenn went to Atlantis, where I was on the ground taking a video of the rest of the group come down the drop. No, I wasn't a wimp. There was Ashley who didn't like roller coasters either on the ground with me. When the rest of the group was on the ride was when I started texting Bri. He was a skipper! He didn't go on the trip, and he stayed home from school. Meh, he work up at ten. I know how late I'm sleeping tomorrow!

Ok, so I was taking a video, and texting him, when he asks me if "zaxs" is a word. Is it? I really don't think so. I asked him why he was asking me, and he was totally being beat, by his mom, at Scrabble, 136 to like 178. Yeah, and he thought he was going to win. So we were texting throughout the day, off and on. Yay, I actually kept up convos. Normally he isn't a big texter. I think I got a compliment from him too. He texted me in the middle of the day, saying that he got 92%, on expert, doing Misery Business. Then I texted him "Well that's because you're a drummer." I don't remember word-for-word what he typed, but he said that if there was a french horn hero, I would rule. Not really, but thanks!

Meh, my parents are putting me to bed (MEH!!!) so I'll finish tomorrow. Their excuse: "You were up all day." I really don't care, I've survived all day.