I just came back from this place called New York because I'm sick. Like...throw up on the street sick then collapse on the ground because of lack of strength sick. Let me advise you to not throw up in New York, it's not fun. Especially when people, not paying attention, walk through it D=. So my trip sucked. Big time. Oh and I'm very skilled, might I add. On the way back to the hotel from the city of doom, we had to take a boat. Being sick and on a boat does not mix at all. Earlier my brother had bought this little toy or whatever and got a tiny little bag to carry it in. I was able to catch everything in that bag without getting a drop on the boat. I'm amazing. So I came home early because I was sick. I did nothing fun. Bought nothing. Saw nothing great. Slept and slept some more. In conclusion, life sucks when you're sick and in a city(that smells horribly. It's disgusting).
And I'm still sick. ;-;
And I'm still sick. ;-;
