While your reading this I’m probably camping or on the way back from camping because it turned out that our tent wasn’t waterproof or I could be dead, My tent could of been struck by lightning, if that’s the case this could possibly be my last blog post.
In all honesty I don’t know what this post is going to be about I just thought that it was a good intro.
The camping trip I am on right now may not be the best one I’ve had because it’s going to be bad weather all week so…Why are we going? Basically I have to go back to school soon and that means that if we are not camping then we will not go camping at all.
I have downloaded 4 books on my kobo for the camping trip so that when it rains I won’t be bored doing nothing in the tent. I’m also taking my notebook and my sketchbook. So hopefully I will not get bored, fingers crossed.
I’m planning to take loads of photos so keep your eyes pealed for a photography post.
Last time I went camping I got this rubbish sleeping bag where I was colder in it than on it. I woke up a few times in the night so I hardly slept. This time I’ll thankfully have a warmer one.
Honestly I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this… Is this interesting? Probably not. I’m sorry if it’s not.
If I’ve bored you, you should go listen to Christine and the Queens she will not bore you at all, I’m obsessed.
My brother is reading everything that I’m writing out loud. He says “It’s true”. He’s laughing now.
Change of subject:
Last week I got stung by a bee! Two days before I had a conversation with a friend about bees and I told them that I hadn’t got stung for a long time. So never say that because it might just happen.
Basically I was sitting on a bench in a park, I heard loads of buzzes around me, I told my friend that I wasn’t so sure about this place, She said that we would be fine. But after 1 minute a bee flew in my face. It didn’t sting me though, I thought it was gone but it was hiding in my hair. So after about a minute it buzzed in my hair and I FREAKED out. Normally I would just wait for it to go. But I shacked my hair and it stung me. It felt like blood was running down my head. It must of been his venom. I ran away from the bench screaming trying to get rid of it but it wasn’t going away. So I hit my head with my jacket which is so stupid, I told you I freaked out… Plus there were people walking near us… ugh so embarrassing.
When I finally managed to get it out my friend took out the sting out of my head, thank god she had long nails. I felt sorry for the bee because I didn’t want him to die. So for 10 minutes I felt guilty.
Yep that’s my bee story.
Do you have any bee stories? I’d love to hear them
Bye! Have a nice day!