So tomorrow I leave for Hawai'i. Actually, I shouldn't even say 'tomorrow', because by 'tomorrow' I mean '3 AM'. Maybe 4. I'unno. And I thought about just not going to sleep (I'd only get what--one hour of sleep?) but my mom convinced me against it. She pointed out that I wouldn't be able to actually sleep until, like, 6. So yeah. Not happening, sorry.

But Hawai'i also means what I like to call cool weather--80*ish? Hell yes. Anything to get out of the Texas 105*+ish. Especially since I get to spend ALL OF NEXT MONTH in it. I'll wait, really. I'll wait as long as needed.

So I'll be the only one coming back from Hawai'i without a tan. (BTW, random note: Do you guys do "Hawai'i" or "Hawaii"?) But I don't care; I look weird with a tan. I don't like tans either. Even though my sister looks weird without a tan. I wonder what a spork would look like in a dress? ...Eh, boring.

On another non-vacation note (I never say much about vacations, do I?): I'm going to go through hell when I get back. My parental units are forcing me to clean my volcano-explosion of a room. But it's kinda near impossible; I have virtually no space left in there for anything. I have a normal-sized room, but my furniture (two dressers, a bookshelf+desk baby, a full mirror, a fullsize bed, and a bedside table) is all oversized and was placed in awkward positions, leaving what seems to be minimal room for movement. They've been on my case about my room for years, and I keep saying that it'd get clean and stay that way if I had more things to put my crap in. Everything now is full, including the tops. It SUCKS.

I'm thinking a frollick(sp???) over to Ikea is to be called for.

...If I'm lucky, maybe they'd be nice and buy me all-new--nah, I'd need a miracle for that. Ugh. Not fun, I tell you. Not fun at all. But they'll probably be nice enough to get me some cool collector's shelves or something for my miscellaneous(can'tspellat11pmandi'magrammarnazi) things. Like my plushies and figurines and that Big Ben clock and the castle and the Durmstrang Legos ship and my American Girl and... oh dear, I'd need more than just one shelf. Hell, I'd need more than two, wouldn't I...?

Crap.

Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh but it's 11 and I leave in four hours so you know what screw that I'm going to just call it off here cuz I still have to translate this and that last journal and ooooooooooh I'm gonna kill myself for that one why did it have to come out so long--I obviously wasn't thinking but since when do I ever think those things through and ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh run on sentences make my head hurrrrrrt......

To the BatMobile!

~Secret

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Demain, je vais partir pour aller à Hawai'i. By 'demain', j'ai l'intention de '3 heures du matin'. Peut-être 4. Je ne sais pas. Et je thought about ne dormir pas, mais.... ma mère a dit que je ne peut pas dormir until 6, alors... Je vais dormir pour deux heures à minuit.

Mais l'Hawai'i means bon temps: 80*F! Ouiouioui! Pas le temps de Texas: 105*F ou plus~~~ Je vais être dans le temps de Texas tout le temps le mois prochain, alors je veut attendre. Je veut attendre beaucoup.

Je vais retourner d'Hawai'i n'avec pas un tan--la seulement personne dans ma famille. Mais je ne care pas. (BTW: Est-ce que tu utiliser "Hawai'i" ou "Hawaii"? Je voudrais savoir!) Je n'aime pas des tans, et je semble weird aven un tan. Je veut savoir quoi un spork would sembler avec une robe? ...Eh, non.

Pas de vacances (Je ne dit pas beaucoup de mes vacances, n'est-ce pas?): Je vais go through hell quand je retourner. Mes parents veut pour je range ma volcano-explosion chambre. Mais ce n'est pas très possible, je pense... Je n'ai pas beaucoup de space. Ma chambre est normal-sized, mais mes meubles (deux placards, un étagère, une longue glace, un full lit, et une table) est assez grand et ne leave pas de space pour moi. Ils le veut pour des années, et je les a dit que il le semble tout le temps si j'ai des containers. Je n'ai pas space maintenant! C'est pas amusant!

Je pense qu'aller à Ikea would aider...

Si j'ai le chance, ils may achèter des meubles nouv--nah, j'ai besoin d'un miracle pour ce... Ugh. Pas amusant, je te dis. Pas amusant. Mais ils probably aller achèter des étagères, je pense, pour mes plushies et figurines et ma Big Ben et le chateau et le Durmstrang Legos et ma Fille Americaine et... oh là là, j'ai besoin de beaucoup d'étagères, n'est-ce pas?

Zut.

Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh mais c'est 23.35 et je vais partir à 4 de maintenant et je ne translate pas the rest parce que j'ai sommeil et euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

J'aime des ouiseaus..................

~Secret