Just got back from McLean Creek where I spent the weekend camping. It was fun, but everyone there was sooooooooo drunk. (Me excluded of course)

At the moment I'm not really in the mood for ranting (strange I know...) so I will just say that it was waaaaaaaaay to dry for mud bogging (although I did go out with Kyle and his gf Sarah, and we did get stuck in a bog for a bit), my face got really sunburnt (ow) and Dan was going to teach me how to drive a dirt bike, but Aaron left earlier than expected, and he was the one that owned both dirt bikes. Eventually however I will learn how to drive one and it will be awesome. I did get a ride on the back of Rob's quad though. He drives SOOO fast and the quad was full of racing gas. A couple times going up some of the really steep inclines, the front wheels lifted off a wee bit. At those times I apparently had a death grip on Rob, but hey, I vote he gets sore ribs instead of me going flying off the back. I did actually kind of half fall off twice when we went over some good bumps. My right leg lost pretty much all contact with the quad, but I never felt like I was going to fall off, so it wasn't scary at all or anything.

Anywho, I'm still not really in the mood for ranting at the moment, so if you really care all that much about my weekend, you can just ask me.