Fiyuh.

The first thing I see upon my return from Atlantic City: WOTN BLOGS.

Actually, I lied. It was the new layout. But that's not the point.
(The new layout, by the way, is pretty cool. It didn't burn my eyes so it's all good.)

...Yeah.

Summer vacation's coming to an end, and I have so much crap to do. Essays and physics and chem and math sheets and asldkfjas;ldkfj.
At least today was the last day of class.
And I have a party to crash tomorrow.
Fun.

Atlantic City was flipping hot and humid.
But fun, I guess.

...Scratch that.

Actually, my aunt, uncle, and grandmother just gambled until 3AM. For four days straight.
Sam and I were stuck watching Brian and Alex, our kid cousins.
They're tolerable, I guess, as long as they're not fighting over the DS.

Honestly, there's really nothing to do unless you're old enough to gamble.

First day, we went to a carnival that sucked out at least a hundred bucks.
Nothing fun there. Except this one ride where they just launch you up 200 feet into the air while you're in a tiny round thing. But the cousins weren't old enough so Sam and I just took them up on a ferris wheel.

I was stuck sharing a bed with Brian.
I swear, that kid's a homicidal sleeper.
He hit me in the face at least three times per night.
At least he gave me my meds each morning.

And the pool was crappy-ish.
Dudes kept staring.
I think it was because they couldn't figure out if Sam and I were girls or not.

The only memorable events in AC were the air show and magic show.
The air show was crazy. And loud. Now that I think about it, I should've taken a video to show you kids. Damn.
The magic show was hilarious. The dude was talking about how you should follow your dreams so it'd happen. And then he man-prostituted with all the assistant girls. That was pretty funny, since all the parents of the little kids had horrified looks on their faces. Hahaha.

The last day there, I discovered the joy of "whitie food". Seriously. I went to Ruby Tuesday for the first time, and I fell in love with the Parmesan Shrimp Pasta. Hoooooly mother.

And I bought a huge lollipop. I think they call it a Whirly Pop.
I also drank my frap at McDonalds. I think the McD people were pretty pissed about that, since I didn't buy anything at there but brought my Starbucks stuff there.

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The car ride was pretty dull.
Except for when Alex and Brian would fight over the DS.
And then my aunt started yelling, which woke me up from my naps.

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We had to wait at least an hour or two for the room at the hotel.

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At least our patience was rewarded with a semi-decent view.

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The mirror outside the room was pretty insane, too.

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This was the type of face I made when Brian threw me my meds:

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While we were in the ferris wheel. I kinda wanted to jump off since the water was right next to us. But death is too cool for attempted suicide, so yeah.
I think that's a Trump hotel.

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Me&Alex;beach;airshow.
Pretty boring.

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Brian making a sand... something.

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We saw all these people setting up their chairs and stuff at 8 in the morning. (The show started around 11.) Someone even put up a flipping tent.

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Lolli lolli lolli pop, oh 넌 나의 lollipop (whirlypop).

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I thought it was pretty funny.
At least, until Brian asked what molest meant.

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