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Jun 9, 2012 at 10:36pm
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Dear Diary, We made it! Our plane landed just a few hours ago, and now I'm sitting on the 29th floor of our hotel, writing this in front of a window looking out on a dock full of sailboats. Dad is asleep, even though it is only 3 PM Hawaii time -- he kept complaining about the jet lag, so we're stuck in this room. At least the view is nice. I've never seen water quite as clear as what I'm seeing out here. And the boats! I've taken a few pictures of them, just so I can show Samantha when we get back home. They look just like a burned down forest when they're docked. Then there's whatever that thing is I'm seeing right now. It looks like a guy is surfing, but he's holding onto a parachute. Just a minute, Mom wants to show me something. I'm back. Mom wanted to know what I thought of some perfume she bought in the lobby. It was really strong and flowery, totally not her style, so i suggested she give it to me. She said no, and something about not dating until I'm 30. Don't ask me why, I still don't get it. Oh, I asked her about that parachute-surfer-guy. She called it "parasurfing," some sort of cross between paragliding and surfing. It sounds cool, now that I know it's not a torture technique or something. Maybe I can get Dad to let me try it sometime this week. When we aren't doing whatever else. Dad said something about hiking up a mountain. We're in Hawaii, and he wants to torture us! Whatever, maybe I can get more pictures to show Samantha. Mountain pictures always look cool. Got to go, diary. Mom got Dad up, so now we're going out to dinner. I'll write all about it tomorrow! Until then, Jessica ~Dream Justly~  and Write Away |
