There were whales

out on the ocean yesterday - we saw spray come up each time one of them surfaced. There were hundreds. All I wanted at that moment was to hijack one of those little parasail things and fly out above the whales. Wouldn't that have been cool. (sigh) But being the landlubbing freak that I am, I was stuck hundreds of miles away from the whales. Quite sad.

On another note entirely, I think I'm getting sick. I've been a little sniffley today. Maybe it's because the math test went so bad... oy, it was sooo bad. I cried for about an hour afterwards. I also had a panic attack that afternoon, probably from the stress. I can understand why people who have panic attacks think they're having heart attacks, it was paralyzing. I couldn't even say anything.

And now for something completely different...

I have a wart on my toe. My little sister suggested I name it Bostwick. Isn'y my family weird?