Aah, America...

Hey hey, children.

School today was fun as ever; one of my teachers decided to lose a piece of my coursework, for which the deadline was this morning, and apparently I'm not invited to the leavers dinner for my year either. WONDERFUL.

Aah well, I tend not to worry. The holiday.

Was awesomes. Jopkins saw alligators. And lots of them. And nearly walked into a couple. A scary experience for someone who's never seen one before. Heck, I'm such a tourist.

Well. The first week my family rented a villa, huge, about six bedrooms each with a double bed, a pool, a games room, massive TV's in all rooms, the works. WAS AWESOME. That week we went to all the Universal Studios theme parks, which are: Universal studios (sucks) Aqualanda (is okay but the queues are gigantic) Islands Of Adventure (Freakin' AWESOME), Seaworld (Pretty darn good too) and Busch Gardens (Easily the best). ALL IN ALL PRETTY GOOD. Heh. There are like, random stuff like flamingoes and peacocks wandering around the parks. Awesomes.

The second week, which included my birthday, which makes me precisely one day older than I was the day before that, my family rented a car and we drove down to the south, the everglades, staying in motels and the like. Saw so much wildlife I got bored of it eventually; LOADS of alligators, a few snakes, thousands of lizards, loads of different birds, including bald eagles, and an osprey in a tree eating a trout, a wild boar and the likes. Oh, and a bobcat/panther too. Didn't get a good look at it really, it was sprinting off down a path once having seen us. I sound like such a tourist, but hey, we don't get this stuff in England.

My birthday went off to a flying start, woke up on a cold motel floor (there weren't enough beds), but I got to eat pancakes, so all was good. Aquired me a Nintendo DS and 10 fruit trees planted in Africa, amongst other such stuff given to charities on my behalf. FUN AND GAMES.

I really feel like I'm missing out by not being American. They're all so nice and friendly. Especially when I was wearing the two foot tall (or thereabouts) cat in the hat hat. that started lots of fun conversations with people such as a waitress, a guy with a cowboy hat at an airport, and random passers by. Heheh, first thing I heard when I got on the Atlanta-London flight was a London guy going "Oh dad, why won't you help me look for it? You're gay!" and I was reminded just how dispicable England is. I was depressed for that whole ten hour flight + train journey home. Still am, I suppose. I miss the sun. And the people. Yeah... I wish I could take my friends there. Some of them are even awesome.

Well.

Pictures tomorrow, I suppose. If I can find my camera. Ta-ta, for now.