I don't mean steve. Today was my last day at Chelsey's condo, with her dad's side of the family. Her sister, step brothers, step mom, dad, cousin. We went to the beach in the morning, we actually went in the water and took a billion pictures. Then we swam in the condo's pool for hours. I had a cheese sandwich for lunch, I swear, a week and I would have starved to death. I packed and they drove me halfway home, my dad picked me up and we went the rest of the way. Right before we went to the beach me and chels went to the arcade, where I had forgotten to spend 84 of my tickets, and to the candy store, I got candy for mom, dad, jon, and dave. I felt really cool. No, I'm kidding. But I did try to pick out things they would love. I got a sunburn. In the shape of my bathing suit bottoms. On my bottom. It hurt to sit down. We spent a lot of time in the car. She drives stick. She stalled on a hill. I went home and procrastinated, and did not fill this thing in for the weekend. Oops.
By the way, tomarrow I will actually go to update this, but right as I click it, the internet will go down. And not come up till midway throught Tuesday.