...Far far away from here...

Now I feel too sick to concentrate on writing about my weekend.

Blah, report cards tomorrow. I don't want to know what I got in French.

On the bright side, I'm also buying a camera tomorrow...if I don't die first from telling Beckie that I won't be dancing at Golden Spike Days. She didn't get to see me dance at Coquitlam Festival because her competition was after mine. I'm sorry, dear. I love you.

Anyways, I'm going to go back to being bored out of my mind now. I hate living here.