Sunday night, Mollie and I arrived back home from the lake house. As much as I wish I could say it's good to be home, I can't. It's so beautiful and peaceful up there, and Mollie got some very nice pictures throughout the trip. Sadly though, the majority of these pictures were lost when her father tried uploading the three pictures he took with her memory card. Possibly five of her pictures have survived.
While this weekend was mainly spent relaxing, it was also spent texting and plotting for a concert later in August. My new friend John is cousins with the lead bassist of Chiodos, and they've agreed to do a concert in August with John's band One Way. In addition to buying tickets and basically having the time of our lives, John is trying to smuggle me and Mollie backstage passes so we can meet his band, and Chiodos! We're incredibly excited, but were told not to keep our hopes up, yet we are anyway. So far it's a go, and John and his manager are looking for a place to hold the concert. Although that's later in August, I am probably going up to the cape with Mollie for a week while she's in field hockey camp. And my mother has plans to send me to boot camp- er, soccer camp for a week to get me out of the house. Yes, it would be ideal for me to go, but do I want to? Not in the slightest. Tryouts are a week before school starts, and right now, I'm wondering where is my summer disappearing to?
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