Salty Ick

We got back from the beach today. I was just in time to jump in the car to go to ballet. I was so tired. I still am but it's totally my own fault.

We didn't sleep much last night at Rockaway beach. None of the youth did. Ashley, myself and Nik, The Three Amigos, were out late last night, walking around on the sand in the dark. The rest of the group was at the bon fire. I left because my eyes are too sensitive for the smoke.
I was really hyper, jumping around and shrieking which annoyed Ashley. She said I had drank too much salt water. My response was I hadn't had any, yet.


I'll let you guess what my next move was.


Afterwards we were running again and I worked on my spitting skills. We went back to the fire and I grabbed some marshmellows to get the taste out of my mouth. The Three Amigos and Joe went back to the house to get some stuff and I brushed my teeth. Let me tell you, never has minty toothpaste tasted so good.

Of course the marshmellows didn't end there. We ate...a lot.

Right about the time our leader tried to segregeate the sexes we revolted into running around, shrieking loudness. Oh and lots of pillow fights. I own Nik in pillow war. Sucker. *cough*

So our leader takes us out for a walk around town and makes us pose for pictures. It was really cold and by then it was after one in the morning.

That was fun.


But anyways I'm home and I'm tired. I haven't even looked for my camera to upload the pictures yet. Tomorrow or so...