Day 5: Ice + Blocks + Hill = Broken Arms

I've become rather spasmodic with my rate of posting. I do enjoy the two-a-day posting, but I feel like doing it every day would invalidate some space-time complex and tear a whole in the temporal universe itself. Not to mention how much more boring this blog would become.

Iceblocking. Iceblocking, Iceblocking, Iceblocking. More on that later.

Spent the night at my aunt's again. Another problem with not posting everyday is that I get my events confused. Mafia was *last* night, not the night before. I'm so embarrassed. Heaven forbid my blog contain inaccurate information. Speaking of inaccurate information, I read Wikipedia's "List Of Common Misconceptions" which can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_common_misconceptions

Useful site. Everyone should read it. Maybe not *all* of it, but quite a lot of it is exceedingly helpful. (Thanks to my friend Daniel for that helpful tip.)

Interesting highlights, bumblebee flight makes perfect science, and science *can* explain it, alcohol doesn't cook out of food entirely, and iron maidens weren't actually a thing.

Breakfast was waffles. Mmmmmmmm... Seriously. These waffles were good enough to Instagram. (Trademark sign, copyright sign, whatever.) Thoroughly enjoyed them, 10/10, would eat again. Weather was great. Sun, hot, but not a scorcher. Clear skies. Who knows, I may even end this trip looking somewhat like a human being that isn't also albino. Probably not.

...Nice breeze.

Really enjoyable actually.

...Where was I?

AH! Iceblocking. See Day 3 for an explanation. (That's day three of *this* trip, not the trans-continental road trip.) SO MUCH FUN. Here's a picture of the hill:

Majestic, if I do say so myself.

The whole thing was fun to go down. Didn't wipe out. I'm proud of myself.

We had pizza for dinner, while at the hill. Pizza Hut and Little Caesar's. Because one restaurant alone can't handle the fifty-some-odd relatives I have. Heh.

No soda though, which saddens me. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.

I'm not a beggar so I don't know how that saying applies. It's something my mom would say.

B-b-b-bu-b-b-b-bub-b-b-b-b-b That's all folks!

-Ben