January 1 - January 8: SPARK.

This week was the start of a new year. I didn't make a resolution, mostly because I can't think of something good enough to resolute. I spent most of my 'awesome' vacation sick with strep throat, and I don't think I had an appetite for three and a half days. It was turrible.

After break, I continued on with school, normal as always. The week went by fast, which was good, because the weekend was the only thing I really looked forward to at that point. On Friday I wore my "Guess What / You Just Lost The Game" Shirt to school, and If I do say so myself, it looked purty good. ;)

Friday night (at precisely Five o'clock) I arrived at my church to head off for a weekend at Pittsburgh. There was this conference thing, called SPARK. I'll explain more in-depth of what it was in another post. But I was super duper excited to go, because I wanted to see a close friend of mine, Jake. I hadn't seen him since the first week of July, on that last day of camp. Seven months of not seeing someone is a long time, and I just was excited to see his face and say "Oh, Hi." (I could have been saying Hello to Shawna and Damian as well, but they didn't come to SPARK this year. So, an entire year of waiting will commence before I can see them again. That is, if they both come to camp this year. *hint hint*)

I really thought SPARK was going to be this really exciting experience, full of fun awesome cool crazy stuff, and it basically was. It would have been more fun for me, but I really had a terrible time. I don't even know why, because it was a really awesome experience. But, I really wish I could have seen more of some people, and less of others. Also, I only got EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP the entire weekend, including the rides up and back. We got prank called by someone, and that, actually, was pretty hilarious. Waking up at five a.m. to go swimming was, exciting... And muffins and oranges for  breakfast didn't last me through the day. However, I did get to give Jake the Reptar piece, even though it was completely awkward. OH, and I bought Perry the Platypus.

So yeah. That was last week. And by the way, I  r e a l l y  don't know how to finish these blogs. It's like I'm saying to myself, "Hey, Self. I just ran out of things to say/I'm done explaining myself, so i'll just stop writing now. But wait, how do I say 'goodbye' in blog form? OH NO." 

Mhm.

Okie. Bye.