While in Newfoundland

I jotted this down in my sketchbook, even though I've stopped doing the 'Bad Form, World!' thing...but anywho...yeah. We got into Newfoundland really, really early in the morning.

July 3

After having been on a plane all day, all Kemper want to do was sleep. The hallway of the dorm was bustling with tired and/or hyper choir girls getting really for bed. It was humid and breezy, and for some reason the heaters in the bathroom of Memorial University of Newfoundland and St. John's were on. Why? Noooobody knooooows. Kemper barely refrained from rolling her eyes as she alked into the dorm room she was sharing with Andrea. Suddenly, she stopped (in the midst of rolling up her pj pants over one knee).
"What's that?" She asked siddenly. Andrea looked up.
"...What?"
Kemper walked to the window and pulled back the curtain. The sky was beginning to lighten and the sound she'd heard had been the birds starting to sing. She moaned.
"I don't believe it." Kemper slopped down on her small, stiff-as-a-board dorm bed. "Fate is such a bitch."

Haha. I tend to think I'm funny.

Anywho...probably no writing for a while seeing as HARRY POTTER COMES OUT TONIGHT and I have to read it before I leave for Africa (for 3 weeks) on Monday. So...yeah. Cheers! Love you all! (aka the two of you)