In Carlyle

So as the title states, I'm in Carlyle, waiting for Uncle Gary to finish drinking coffee so I can go on the motorcycle!
I don't really have that much to say. Heidi phoned me yesterday! I missed her. Usually when she phones we talk about nothing with huge silences in between, but we talked nonstop. I could never go to the camp she did. She said she canoed like, 30 K in one day. I almost died doing the sixteen, but she says that it makes a huge difference if you're with someone you like. Apparently she talked about me a lot, went into shock, and went crazy at a dance.
So anyway, its the next day. I went on the motorcycle yesterday which was awesome! Dad went this morning, but for not as long. I'm starving! We're having Chubby Chicken and dillboys. It's like, Western meets Ukrainian culture.
I felt really sick this morning but now I feel better. Morning sickness! Yes everyone, I'm pregnant.
So Devon's officially an asshole.
I don't have that much to say. Oh yeah, last night I went to bed at ten and woke up at 10:34 and was like, half asleep and started singing in my head, "10:34, Flinders Street Station," from the song Move On by Jet.
Ciao!