Ship to shore! Or whatever that expression is. . .
Yup, still here on this dumb island, and still no sign of rescue. Feels like all we've been doing is hauling firewood around and gathering food. Cleaning up an island is one thing, but this is not what I signed up for!
Anyway, now we're planning a dance, if you can believe that. The sky looks a little overcast, but the dance might be fun (even though it was Evil Angela's idea). Especially since I'm trying to figure out whether Josh likes me or not. If only Kenny would stop bugging me, things might be okay.
I mean, seriously, what else could go wrong?
