my legs hurt;;

Wow, I had a long day.

First, we drove to Granville Island in our smelly car (it's actually clean, but the smell of cars makes me sick) and DROVE AROUND IN CIRCLES LOOKING FOR A STUPID PARKING SPOT. Ugh. Why don't we just buy a little grassy area and reserve it especially for us? It would be going through less trouble.

Then my parents finally decided they wouldn't let me faint from hunger, and we got some lunch. We went down near the water and ate, and after that we went down to get on an Aquabus.

An Aquabus is a tiny boat that takes people on less-than-five-minute rides. They're way cool. I wanna drive one, but even if they let me, I would no doubt crash into something and we'd have to break out all those life jackets on the ceiling of the boats.

So we got on it, and we got all squished between the people with their bikes, and by the time my parents paid, we were already there. o_o'

After that, we started to walk downtown, and engaged in an interesting conversation about how everyone can move their toes except for people with paralyzed feet, broken toes, frostbite, or no toes at all.

We went into this glasses store where this person attacked me because she thought I'd break the expensive sunglasses. I wonder if I look like the kind of person who would grab some sunglasses and smash them on everything.

DIE SUNGLASSES DIE!

Then we went into a clothes store, where a song was playing that is on my iPod. Did I mention how many times this happens? It's quite scary, actually.

Btw, why do companies give types of jeans names? What if the jeans are named after someone a person doesn't like? It's like OMG DOSE R MOLLY JEANS I TAKE DAT BACK IM NOT BUYIN DEM!1!1!11! I'd rather have low-rise boot cut jeans, not Zoe ones, people.

Then we went into another store, where my mom said, "Iris, do you like this?" And she held up this SUPER-UGLY PIECE OF CLOTHING. I'm like, "No, I hate it." Total honesty is the key. But she tried it on anyway, and boy, do I hate that thing. It has all these different patterns right next to each other. And it's all big and puffy at the sleeves. Aaaah.

After that, we went to a gelato store. The Hedgehog kind is actually really, really good. I'd change the name though.

Then we walked over the Granville Street bridge, and I was terrified. That whole Minneapolis bridge-collapsing thing just had to happen. As if I wasn't scared of bridges enough already.

When we got back to Granville Island, my legs hurt. A lot. But my mom just had to go into a store to try to find something similar to the Ugly Shirt of Doom for less money. Thank God she didn't find anything.

Then we got into the smelly car and drove home.

There's more after that, but I don't want my fingers to hurt as much as my legs because I typed too much.

Signing off;;

••IRIS