|Subject:||Yes! A game!|
|Author:||La Reina (Authenticated as La Reina)|
|Date:||June 25, 2012 at 1:31:36 AM|
|Reply to:||Since the board has been kind of slooow... by Billina|
1: C (Apparently I've a fire sign, the description of which sounds quite the opposite of myself. Behold the fire sign who is an earth person [I believe melancholics plot as earth?]). My main character is a teenage girl. Hoo boy. Talk about unusual fare.
2: B (I'm not a meal person, but I dislike lunch the least because it doesn't tend to interfere with my using the computer [like dinner], happen at odd times [like brunch], or is a plain nuisance to be done with as soon as possible [like breakfast].) My character has a bad relationship with her parents. Can it get any more cliche?
3: C (When I was younger, I repeatedly asked my parents if I can own a snake. Well, more than one snake. And a crocodile, once. I would have had dinosaurs if they weren't extinct, as well.) I must use the word "incongruous". No comment.
Today was sooo long and boring. I didn't even want to be here, anyway, but mum says that I have to go, so I did. I think its unfair that I have to go with dad and the twins on this stupid road trip while mum and Paul go to the seashore. I don't think mum knows that I know where their going, though. She'll be so mad if she knew I picked up the phone when she was talking with Paul.
The road trip was meh. Really dull roads that just go on and on forever, with nothing to look at but cabbeges. The twins were being extra noisy at the back, and at one point I think Harry dropped Aiden's PSP, and they started fighting until I told them to shut up. Dad isn't being very helpful either. He just sits there and drives, doesn't even tell them to be quite. He did let me choose the radio station, so I guess that's kinda OK. But he's terrible when he tries to talk to me about what music I like, and why I like them. He started droning on and on and on about the kind of music he listened to when he was my age, and it was all Queen and Bon Jovi and stuff, which I guess isn't too bad in real life but sounded really dull when he just wouldn't shut up about it.
When we reached the campsite, it was getting dark, and we didn't have much time to set up camp. Harry and Aiden were running all around and wild-like, but I'm not sure what I think about camping. It's not like I'm eight years old, anyway. Now I'm old enough for Ms Long to teach about the word incungruous, which means something that sticks out like a sore thumb. I'm pretty sure that's what I do in a campsite. I stick out like a sore thumb. Dad tells me that it's OK to feel a bit weird, because I haven't gone camping in ages, but I didn't think I felt weird. I just wanna go home. The bloody reception is terrible here, I have to walk a long way just to get to the bathroom and the electricity plugs, and the twins are being noisy and ADD like whatever.
I hope things will get better tomorrow. I'm kinda glad I got my own tent and sleeping bag, though, because the twins won't bother me here and sleeping in the same tent with dad will be like awkward. Dad says we're going to see the planes tomorrow, which apparently isn't all cabbege like I thought. He says there's going to be horses, and that I can ride one if I like, and I said that I'm not a kid anymore, I don't want a pony, OK? But I think horses can be pretty fun, if we do get to ride them. Who knows? It's dad we're talking about. Maybe he'll suddenly decide to hop to the bookstore and buy this massive geeky fantasy book that even kids in my class would never admit to reading.
Apologies for Mia's rambling and occasional mis-spelling. I'm not sure how old she's meant to be.
And, PS dear Mia, I don't think aeroplanes are usually made of cabbages.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
This message was edited by the author on June 25, 2012 at 1:35:30 AM
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