hurricane bill wanted to kill me.

BERMUDAAAAAAAAAA.

Yes, as you can tell, it has been 8 days since i have left the united states to go to the lovely land of Bermuda. well, i am back, and HOPEFULLY you have noticed that i did not die. (even though i kept telling my parents that i would when the boat would sink) luckily, the boat did not sink! and i became calmer over the week because the boat was a friggin' tank! seriously, it had 13 (or 14?) floors. so all you did if you choose to not be lazy, was walk up those god damn stairs! ALL DAY! now there are two sides of the weather that i must share. first, the weather was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l every single day. i actually got a good tan. now, the bad news. A FREAKING HURRICANE WAS COMING TO KILL ME THE WHOLE TIME. yes, hurricane bill decided to scare the #%&@$ out of me, and make itself hit Bermuda. luckily, our pretend captain (hence, he did not actually drive the boat, he just planned the track/speed because the computers did the rest) made the good decision to go home early. now, if they didn't, i would have been lying on the ground screaming "I AM GOING TO DIE." the whole way there and back.