The day to start a blog

Today is umm... I don't know, it's in the holidays anyway and it's the day after yesterday when we went to the lake. I woke up at nine because I could hear the rain on my velux and it made me realise it was open so I shut it quickly before my bedroom got too wet. It shouldn't really be raining, its July! I only know it's July because it's my birthday next week at Beauville Arts, the music summer camp where you put on a show in a week, including songs, dances and set design. I met up with the people who are doing it with me this year, my bestest friend who can be a bit of a pain, Fish boy or DS as he is known to some and Ethan who is irish and much to brown to be so.
The house is empty and I'm in trouble because I called Stroppy bum a twat, but she, her friend and potty are walking the two and a half kilometres back from the village where they were playing tennis so it serves 'em right. They have been so annoying, they would not leave me in peace when I just wanted to read in my own bedroom. I should be allowed to do that, shouldn't I?
My mum has disappeared off the face of the earth but I'm sure she'll turn up later, she probably told me where she was going and I was probably preoccupied with something else, i other words I wasn't listening.
I've just offered to drive down and pick up my sisters to which I got a huge "NO!", I can't drive and I'm the only person everyone refused to go with in the bumper cars because I'm a bit of a loony and have a habit of not turning till the last minute. Plus we have just sold the car so if I crash it now I could be in huge trouble
I Have had a few lessons with my dad in the field which went ok I suppose but I'm not safe enough for roads yet.
I reckon it's going to rain, then I'll be the one laughing! Ha! I'm here in the dry with Caspar and Chloe our two dogs and the six cats who I can't remember the names of let alone attribute them to a cat.
Really they are my mum's, when she walks the dogs they follow her so she looks like the mad cat woman, if anyone was passing they might throw stones at her. But there's no chance of anyone passing so we don't need to worry.
Tomorrow we're going back to the lake, it could be fun, but last time Ethan dunked me at least ten times and the last time he stood there grinning looking so proud of himself while I had water in my eyes nose and mouth so I walked up to him and slapped him. Serves him right, oh there goes the phone again. Surprise surprise it's fish boy about tomorrow, he wants the scottish boys phone number. That's the fifth time since I've started writing this article, am I popular or what?
I may sound like a loner but I would much rather be on my own with a book tomorrow instead of drowning in a smelly lake. I can't swim very well, it's not swimming, it's more a kind of not drowning action, and I have to hold my nose, screw my eyes up and blow up my cheeks when I go under water. Both my sisters can swim like fish, but I'm rubbish at all sports anyway so there's no hope. And I get really cold in the water because I'm really skinny and pale, last time my lips went blue and my teeth were chattering so I couldn't talk or join in, I just felt myself getting colder and colder so I got out and covered my self in everyone's towels. That's no fun at all. And the slides are shut at the lake, I hope they open them tomorrow because it's boring without them. Here goes again, ring ring ring, all day long, is that all I'm good for answering the phone?