Day 30: Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night.”
Last Day of Vaycay: Do I have to leave???!??!!
Rita and Parker sat on the sand waiting blue sky to fade pink with the tropical sunset. Both of their vacations were coming to an end; Parker would drive back Continue reading
Day 29: You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.
Second to Last Day of Vaycay: It’s storming.
Just for the record, I would never be caught dead (or alive) in a cemetery. No. I’m deathly afraid of them.
Eustace Wagner was born on December 23rd, 1909 in a small town outside of Continue reading
Day 28: You read about yourself in your brother/sister, girlfriend/boyfriend’s diary. What did you read?
Day 500 of Vaycay: I think I’ve gained 500 lbs. on this trip. ¡¡¡No me gusta!!!
Prince Eric’s Diary (so manly):
Things I’ve Learned About Grace:
-flowers=good; tickets to a Bulls game=not so much
-loves hugs longer than 20 seconds
-needs time to cool off after Continue reading
Day 27: Make up a near-death experience (unless you have a real one).
Day # of Vaycay: So. Sunburnt. Need. SPF Vampire.
I used to have a recurring dream of a near death experience, so it’s kind of like a “real one?” Maybe . . .
First off, I would always be shot in the left abdomen region by a woman with terrible Continue reading
Day 26: Write about your worst habit.
Day whatever of Vaycay: Currently posting from the beach.
Don't mind the random sunbathers that photobombed me
My worst habit would have to be my quick temper. I could be having the best day of my life and then something will happen that’ll just enrage me or bother me in the worst way possible, and my smile will just turn into Continue reading
Day 25: Write a story about ‘What the Neighbors Saw.’
Day x of Vaycay: It’s so much fun when restaurants fry stuff in peanut oil and you’re allergic to peanuts. Also my fault that I didn’t ask. And yes I’m feeling much better after a much needed nap.
“Honey, look!” Mrs. Wimbledon scream whispered to her husband as she stopped Continue reading
Day 24: Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleeping.
Day 492 of Vaycay: *in Family Guy weatherman voice* IT’S GONNA RAIN!
My first time flying international was my senior class trip to London. My nonstop flight took off around 3:00 pm CST. I barely slept–remember, first international flight . . . I was kind of terrified. We Continue reading
Day 23: Pretend you’re a cartoon character. What type of a character would you be? What would a day in your life be like?
Day n (I forgot what number we’re on) of Vaycay: It’s hot as balls, but my traps look good in this swimsuit. Positivity, people!
If I were a cartoon character, I would probably be a cat. Continue reading
Day 22: You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it lock or unlock?
Day 4: I went on an early morning jog, thinking it’d be cooler (temperature wise, not about status). I was wrong. I felt like I was going to keel over on the side of the Continue reading
I skipped 20!!! Shame on me!
Day 20: If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?
Day 3 of Vaycay: Yoga on the beach is harder than it looks . . .
This is an easy question to answer, and surprisingly my answer isn’t Germany. I would want to go Rio during Continue reading