Chillin' in the AC at the library.

It is too hot. Oi.

Anyway, I have returned from the family camping trip in Minnesota/Iowa with my mother and various members of her side of the family and their friends, and it was grand. We went canoing and made s'mores and all the rest, and despite some rather less-than-well-behaved minors, the trip on the whole was quite a success. I would definitely say that the high point was the canoe trip, because my cousin and I finished a full three quarters of an hour before everyone else, and so enjoyed plenty of quality swimming time before being made to assist in the cleanup and herding of children back to the campsite. I also managed to come out with a rather remarkable tan, which is a rare accomplishment for me.

I have been working on my self-imposed summer reading list, though I'm not as far on as I'd planned. Having been made to drive most of the way to and from camp and apparently possessing some child-magnetism that attracted every being under the age of ten constantly to my side for the duration of the trip, I accomplished rather less reading there than I'd expected at the outset. However, I am making progress. I'm currently in the midst of Frankenstein, and I think it's starting to affect the way I think (and write, and speak). Damn those early 19th century authors and their antiquated language! So I pray forgiveness if I start to remind anyone too strongly of English class.

On a side note, THE LIBRARY HAS WIRELESS INTARWEBZ!!! I was rather pleased to discover this fact.

Anyway, I'd best be off. I have to go drag my brother away from the TV and make him play outside or something. It simply isn't healthy for a child to be indoors all the live-long day, especially on a lovely summer day such as this.