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OMIGAWSH!!! DUDES! I SAW JESSE MCCARTNEY!!!LIVE!!!!!!!
Yesterday.

The reason I didn't say anything? Was because I didn't know that Jesse was one of the openings for NKOTB, who was the band my sister had brought me to see. BUT OMIGAWSH!
(I know I'm squealing like a fan girl...but I really do like some of his music.)
Unfortunately, there are only two songs I know by him...'Leavin' and ...uh...something like 'How Do You Sleep?'...idk. They were playing 'Leavin' when we got there (Blame Dave and Buster's for taking forty minutes to bring out our food ._______.)But I could hear it as we walked in, so I was pretty good with it all. I DID get to hear 'How Do You Sleep?' and a new song they SAID they haven't released yet (but they have): 'Body Language.' (The last one isn't all that great, but it's ok.)
You know what's also sad? The way I learned Jesse was an opening act. My sister was talking with some of her friends, and when the name Jesse McCartney floated through my ears, I instantly perked up. Why? Because the name was familiar, BUT I COULDN'T REMEMBER WHO IT WAS!
Seriously. I couldn't remember who he was.
It took a while, but we (finally) had a hunch who it was. But me and my sister's friend were still a little unsure, mainly because she hadn't known he'd died his hair black and (apparently now) brown. So it wasn't until we were walking in and the song 'Leavin' came on. That's when I jumped up and down and squealed 'It's HIM!" (And I could do this without ruining my reputation; all of the people there were my sister's age; they'd been around my age when NKOTB came OUT.)
xD
Ok, so now that I have wasted maybe about...6? minutes of your life, I will let you be, unless you want to reread the rest of my journal. (With the Lobster incident.)
BUT! One more thing. Look up the song 'Dirty Dancing' by New Kids on the Block. The song is hip-hop, usually not my style, but it's REALLY good. And REALLY different from their old songs, I'll tell you that.
OK!
So.
I'll shut up now.

*~oZ*O*Zo~o

OK! As most of you know, I have returned from my cruise to Canada. If you haven't....well, then, I'm BACK!!!
Eepers.
Ok, for the most part, my cruise was pleasantly boring; watch TV, eat, sleep, watch more TV, sit on balcony and have huge sea winds mess up my hair. Even the ports weren't too interesting; just a whole bunch of tours of things I really didn't care about.
There weren't many kids my age, and the Teen Center they had (Called "Fantaseas"...I know...it's that bad.) Wasn't much of anything, so I rarely went up there.
But still it was fun; like our first stop was St. John in Canada. Not much there, but I had a lot of fun collecting driftwood and seashells on a rocky beach. But then we went to St. Marten(s?) and it was AWESOME! Well, not really; it was just very photogenic there. BUT! The best part of the trip was when we were done exploring the place, and we were about to get back on the bus. I was walking past this little gap between these two shops or houses, and saw a person standing there on the dock, dressed in all black, fishing. I don't know if it was a guy or a girl, but I thought it was a guy, seeing as how his stance reminded me of one. (He had his back turned to me, and had a hood over his head.)
I had just caught a glance of him, and then we were whisked back onto the bus. When I noticed me and my family were some of the only ones there, I asked my dad if I could use his camera to go get one more picture of the scenery.
He said yes, so here I was, creeping off the bus and back towards the small dock. The fishing guy was talking so some other, older man, and was now sitting with his pole in the water. So, as sneakily as I could...I took his picture.
And he has no clue I did it.

So, basically, I'm saying that I walked up to some guy and took his picture without knowing it (is that illegal?)...and since the older guy looked at me, I pretended to take another picture of the scenery.
And then I ran the heck out of there, trying not to crack up.
(That was my favorite part of the trip.)
But yeah. I'm so going to frame the picture, and name it "Fisher Dude."

Of course, two of the other ports weren't as mesmerizing as this one, like Nova Scotia and Boston. They were simply there, and rather...boring. (Though, I LOVE Nova Scotia's name. )
Then, there was Bar Harbor.
Or how they say it up there, Ba' Ha'bah.
And it was the worse experience of all experiences I had that trip.
Why? You ask WHY?
Because we had Lobster for lunch.
Now, that doesn't seem too bad, really, but think about it; would you want to eat something that had two little, tiny eyes staring back at you as you sawed it open with a nut-cracker, and long, stringy feelers poking out of it's head and brushing your arm every time you touched it? Or would you still want to eat it after seeing all of it's tiny, hairy legs sticking out from under it's body?
No. I don't think so.
(And that wasn't all; when my dad cut open the lobster, it still had it's guts. I mean, just...)
So yes. That was the worst of all the ports. And I can sincerely say I would not mind to forget that place. AT ALL.
(Or perhaps the taste of lobster...*ish feeling sick*)
In other news, I got a pewter dragon and named it Simon!

And...yeah. Well that's about all that happened of any interest...besides the fact I must point out that you should NEVER eat Duck Pate...unless you know what it is. Because I sure didn't, and when I ordered it, I was already eating the square of pink stuff, dipping it in the rasberry sauce, right as my grandmother asked my dad what it was that we were eating.
And do you know what he said?
Duck. Liver.
I dropped that fork really, really, reaaaaaaaaaaally fast.
And then i spazzed out for a little while.
(So yeah...my eating experiences weren't all that great.)
On the other hand, we had this really cool waiter named Joseph, who was Filipino, and this kinda scary waiter named Supriyadi(sp) though he was pretty cool, too. And they had really good bread on the ship...and coffeeeeee.

Ok...NOW that's all that happened of interest. Besides maybe the fact...ok, you know what? I'll just shut up and let you all get back to your lives.

(Btw, Javalicious is my new word. )
(And also BTw, today I get to see New Kids on the Block...No, I don't particularly care for their music, but my sister was cool enough to invite me to go to their concert, and I don't mind their music and I like hanging with her...so it was a win win for me. )