Don't hurt me, Mister President!

So, I haven't blogged this weekend because 1.I was at my dad's and 2. I was really busy.
I went to New Jersey's highest waterfall (I really didn't want to go, but it was actually pretty amazing), Manhattan, and Valley Forge. Yup, Memorial Day weekend is an excuse for my dad to take us frolicking thoughout three states.
In Manhattan, we went to visit the memorial and tomb of President Grant. When I say "we" I mean me, my dad, stepmom (called Titi by me, which is supposed to mean "sister or something in her parents' home of Puerto Rico; pronounced somewhere between "didi" and "thithi"), my grandma visiting from Venezuela ("Abuela", leaving in a month or so), my stepbrother Danny (9 years old) and my stepsister (8 years old) Ari.
Danny is big on history. I've never been much of the history type; I prefer thinking ahead to wasting the present on thinking about what's already happened. In the car, he spouts random facts about famous people in history, andd now he seems to be obsessed with presidents in particular. So on Sunday, in Manhattan, we went to the Grant memorial, which was a beautiful little white building with columns and American flags on the front, and when you entered, there was an opening in the floor that showed the coffins of Grant and his wife, alone in a small circular room with bronze busts of other important men in little openings in the rounded walls. When we went down the stairs, my brother realized that the wooden boxes were coffins, and the dim, enclosed space must have made it too much for him. While rounding the room, I noticed him quite literally attempting to fling his body at the stairs that led back to the main level, while Titi firmly held his wrist. "Ghosts!" he cried. Even delicate little Ari was prancing about the room without a care for these ghosts. So much for my history-obsessed brother.
Me and Abuela crushed Dad and Danny in dominoes on Saturday and Sunday night, while having a barbecue and a fire on the backyard patio. What's funny is that Danny was the one supporting the male team, and he'd never played dominoes before.
My sister, who was so brave within feet of two coffins refused to go anywhere near the cabins where soldiers slept in Valley Forge. But she was eager to see the bathrooms used by soldiers.
Basil keeps telling me about this awesome thing he's going to do in Language A class, but he won't say exactly what it is. He was going to do it today, but he said that I'll have to wait a few days when I asked him about it in the middle of our performance.
Oh, the performance in Language A was of Shakespeare's "A Midsummer's Night Dream". I was Hermia, who was supposed to be in love with Lysander, who turned out to be none other than BASIL. I talk to him, but that doesn't change the fact that I loathe him and his conceitedness. Acting in love with him was pretty damn difficult, but it probably was for him too. Strawberry was Helena, hated by the man she loves, Demetrius, who was played by Basil's best friend Apple (remember, I use only nicknames on this blog). Basil's and Apple's roles really should have been switched.
Leo found it hilarious that Basil and I were "lovers". He started cracking up when I told him, after he asked me about my class' play. I guess that means we're (somewhat) friends again? But I'm not going to believe it, because he sometimes talks to me, causing me to think we're on a friendly basis, then ignores me afterwards.
Upcoming events:
-Spring Concert: tomorrow at 6 (I'm in 8th grade band and sax choir)
-Hershey Music Festival: Friday (then Hershey Park for 6 hours!)
-Graduation Dance: two Saturdays from today; Ryan's the only one who's asked me, but I said no because I think he was half joking, and I don't want to go with him anyway.
-Graduation itself: I don't know when!!!