Rupestre, Papier, Ciseaux!

I just got back from a glorious Youth Group meet, and have decided to get an entry in this blog before conk out on the bed to my left. You may well have guessed that I've returned from my camping trip, and I must say, it did not disappoint. I had so many humorous little moments, and such an epic game of Ultimate Frisbee. I also cannot forget to give a special shout-out to my personal friend, Mr. Jar-of-Salsa-Con-Queso. I must also apologize to any Carlson's that may be reading this blog. I corrupted your son's mind and I am very very sorry. I recently learned I will be camping yet again next weekend. I'm not sure if I should rejoice or lock myself in my room on the appointed day of leaving. It should also be mentioned that my school has sent an email explaining that UPS will be sending me some boxes in which I will put my poor computer in, never to see it again. As such, I may not be able to use a computer for a while. If any of you out there are in tears at this point, the feeling is mutual. Well, it's 10'o'clock now, and my eyes are starting to hurt. Goodnight readers.

Arrivage De Fouillis

As I predicted, our house is now in a flurry of suitcases, packedged food, and "outside toys". Our trip will commense to begin tommorrow morning, and as such it is utter chaos. My mother has even neglected to cut my hair. This may be the most distressing thing I've had to deal with these past two days. There's also nothing quite so depressing as not having enough room in one's bag for a fourth jacket. I suppose I'll have to make do with only three. On another note, I've been listening to some good old 90's tunes recently. Very nostalgic. I had to CD-nap one of my parents albums (No Need To Argue- The Cranberries) to help rid me of my craving. The good thing about getting some good music circulating around my brain is that it seems to level up my drawing skills. I haven't created any masterpeices yet, but I'm sure the trip up to Morro Bay will prove to be productive.

Venant Sous Peu

Next Friday I'll be leaving for a great big camping trip to the beach. We're going to meet up with an assortment of our friends from Church at a great big group campsite. It's a yearly trip, so I've been expecting it for a while now. Currently, we're at the "calm before the storm" stage in preparation. But soon enough we're all going to go crazy. Everyone will be trying to figure out what clothes need to be washed and packed,mom and dad will be trying to figure out meals for each day, I'll be trying to figure out what tent I'll be using, and more likely than not we'll be making several trips to various stores for supplies. So in the end I'm more nervous about getting ready than the actual trip itself. But I'm hoping it'll be a good one. Beach Camp (or Family Camp I suppose...) is usually a highlight of the year, for me anyways.

Premier écriture

I'm hoping the first blog entry is the hardest, because if it is this difficult to decide what to write every time one goes to make a post, this is going to be a challenge. I suppose my readers will wonder why the title of my blog (and the entries in it) are in French. Don't worry, this is easily explained. You probably know that my name is Kanada, considering it is directly to your right. Since I'm named after the country Canada, in which many people speak French, I've decided to learn this language and use it whenever possible. It's only natural, right? I hope this explains things and doesn't make me come off as strange. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter because in truth I am strange.