At 28 December 2009 I went to New Plymouth. I went there by car. Not by plane. I was lucky that I didn’t get carsick. (Though if I went on a plane I think I’d get airsick.) New Plymouth was half good and half bad. The good bit was that the motel I was in had a toilet and there was a television. The bad bit was that the TV had a load of unappropriate language in the programmes for adults. I didn’t know which channel was which either.
On the first day I had to do a lot of shopping that I didn’t want to do. It was boring. And when I say it was boring, I don’t mean it was boring. I meant that it was REALLY boring. And when I say it was REALLY boring, I don’t mean it was REALLY boring. I mean it was REALLY, REALLY boring. And when I…
Oh get on with it!
Ok.
So it was boring. I thought I was going to have fun but I didn’t. It was only buying clothes (well, it might not be that boring because I got a 12 year old shirt. Actually it wasn’t a shirt.) and food. The second day was worse. I went fishing on a boat and I got seasick. It was very annoying. Still, I got the chance to read one of my books and finish it.
The third day was when I went back to Palmerston North. It was a long, long ride. It was even longer than when we got there. That’s because we went on a different route. We had to stop and do some things like have a look at the sea and go and have some lunch.
By the time we went back it was 4:00. To be precise it was 3:57 and a few seconds. To be even more precise… I dunno how to be even more precise.
Anyway, I had to miss my favourite television programme and do some stuff that could’ve been done after I went back home. (I hate New Plymouth. The food tastes yuck!
So um... why in the world is my picture here
I’ve also added a picture of me at Palmerston North just to show you what I look like if you don’t know my appearance. If you can’t see my face then zoom in.
