Wow, its been forever since I've updated this! The first semester finals are comming up and all my teachers have decided to drown me in homework and essays. My stupid bottom locker is defective and half my friends are out sick. But enough complaning, I've got a story to tell!
Warning: due to my horrible writing/spelling/grammar this may be unsuitable for peaple who love the subjects listed above.

For winter break this year my dad's side of the family decided to rent a cabin in the mountains. When we got there their was three feet of snow on the ground and we couldn't even get into the driveway. After getting a snow plough to clear it(which isn't cheap, I tell you) we finaly got inside only to discover that there was no internet access. So I was stuck with just my books,my younger sister's i-pod, and a bunch of hiper active younger siblings who's dearest wish was to bury me in the snow. We did however have a snall strech of property next to the house that we could use for sledding. I agreed to go down a few times with my cousins. Bad idea. When I went back inside I was soeked to the skin,covered in bruises(crashed into that danm tree too many times.
It came out of nowhere!
Younger cousin: It was right in front of you!
Me: How was I supposed to see it! You pushed me down backwards!), and I had ice in my hair. Not fun. Thankfully, by some miracle, I managed not to get too sick, and was excused from sledding after that.
Morral of the story: Don't trust little cousins with sledding equipment. EVER.