New York, Back to School, and French Guys

Well, the title explains everything. I went to New York the weekend with my aunt (who is like a mother to me). She is very awesome. We laugh about stuff that wouldn't be funny to anyone else. Me and my sisters are lucky to have her in our lives. Oh, and she's a great cook. No one can make a french fry crispier than that women. I love her so much. Everything I ever learned about being a girl comes from her (My dad isn't exactly the best mother).

Okay now I shall enter the story of my weekend. My sister's, my aunt, and I took a bus to New York City. There we heard honking, screaming, screeching and barking. I don't know why people want to go to the city so badly. It smells so bad. Every street in Manhattan smells like urine. Besides that, I had fun. I went school shopping there, and got so much stuff on a one hundred dollar budget. I'm just awesome like that. Maybe one of these days I'll post pictures of my school outfit, but it's too late right now (or I'm just lazy).

Now you must be asking "WHAT ABOUT THE FRENCH GUYS?!" well they're French, that's it. NO I'm just kidding. The real story is that my aunt was taking me and my sisters home (which is a 3 hour drive), and we had to stop for gas. So my aunt stopped at the nearest rest stop in New Jersey. When we got there, one of the attendants came to serve us. When he got there I saw that he was cute, so I did my shy turn away thing. Then suddenly he came out with a gorgeous, thick, romantic French accent. I had to look at him. When I did I saw a pair of dazzling blue eyes, surrounded by shaggy blonde hair. Hot + French accent=Perfect.

*Sigh*, well it looks like this may be my last "summer" post. I am about to enter a new school year. I don't want to go to high school, but I have to. That building is so freaking huge that it looks like a giant hell-hole.Oh it gets worse, when you enter the school the floors, walls, and lockers are white. IT LOOKS LIKE AN ASYLUM! Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it. Plus I have to be thankful that I can go to school at all, no matter how annoying.