Tomorrow will be my first camping trip.
Yes.. I'm 14 years and 4 months old and I've never been away from my house (without my parents), for two days.
Let's see... It will be Rikki's mother and stefather's anniversary and they are going camping in big bear to celebrate. Rikki's going and she'll be lonely if no one else goes. I still can't believe my mother let me go and with Rikki.
Hmm.. mystery to all...- But! I'm so nervous! I packed like 3 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, my underwear and things, two books, and Mr. Frilly, my stuffed frog. Rikki told me just to bring 2 outfits and maybe something fun to do.
Playing and talking to Mr. Frilly is fun...
Hannah gave me some advice today while I was picking out my clothes: "Big Squishy (squishy as in 'finding nemo'; hannah's little squishy and rachel's medium squishy), little squishy will miss you!! So... don't get eaten by lions." I didn't want to break her little, fragile heart. So, I said ok.
Hmm.... Just... hoep I'll make it out alive.. with all the bad camping stories I've heard from family and friends... *gulp*
Laterz!
Lauren~
×Hates×
Fish. Hate. Crying. Envy. Bad language. Summertime. Frilly Skirts. Anemia. Pain. Cramps. Stringy bras. Lies. Stress. Raised voices.