A Good Day For Boxing

I was woken up nicely by my mother shouting from the other room over whirr of the air conditioning unit, “Tash! D’you wanna come to Tybee Island with us?!” I’m quite sure I responded pleasantly along the lines of, “Ugh, what? Okay sure,” in the zombieish voice of one who had just been jerked from a doze. After I dragged myself out of bed, made myself look decent enough to be seen in public and got in the car, we were off. That plan didn’t last very long, since we found that the dog wasn’t aloud anywhere near the beaches and it was a very touristy area, as well as being very foggy. We checked out some of the areas and the boys and I looked at the beach while Mum walked Kizzy, but we left

after about an hour of doing pretty much nothing. After we got back we learned that we’d been hanging around an area in which there is an undetonated nuclear bomb hiding somewhere under the sand in the ocean. So that’s nice. I’d rather stay away from there. On the way back to the campground, we stopped at a mall so I could exchange my Marauder’s Map dress for a smaller size, since the one I’d been given was a medium and gaped under my arms. We didn’t have too much of a hard time exchanging it and of course, I had a good time looking around the store since it’s basically geekville/bandtrashtown extraordinaire. Mum has some coupons for there that are activated in January so I’ll be going back. When we got back to the trailer, I went over to the clubhouse to FaceTime Felicity again and do some homework and maybe get some quiet. I came back when I got hungry and found the others watching a ridiculous movie called Spy Hard. It’s even worse than Austin Powers. Although, Austin Powers is great. Peace out m8s.

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