And you know, it might not be so bad;

You were the best I'd ever had.
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago,
I might not be alone.
...
The past is gone, but something might be found to take it's place.

Went to Noah's Ark (the waterpark in Wisconsin Dells) yesterday with a friend of mine. Left at around nine or so, then got to the Dells at around eleven-thirty. Deidre had never gone to Cracker Barrel before (and had never even heard of okra; I had to show her pictures on Monday), so we took her there, and she got to try a lot of new things, food wise, and that little golf-peg game that they have at the restaurants.
At about twelve-twenty or so, we got to the park. Went on most of the rides, so long as they didn't have that long of a line. The most people were there between two-thirty to five, but before and after that, it wasn't too crowded. More exposed flesh than any one person needs to see, but that was to be expected.
It amazes me how many people (bigger than me!) can rationalize showing so much skin. And then what really irritates me are those girls who just have fast metabolisms so they don't move or exercise and are as weak as a dried twig wear bikinis. Contrary to popular belief, they still jiggle at the stomach. It's quite revolting, really.

But the rides were pretty fun. Deidre screams a lot on those things. It's quite a stark contrast; she's such a quiet kid. I was surprised, and rather amused. It was kind of bizzare though, on the rides where there are two people, and I was sitting behind her. Her screaming, me laughing. It felt like one of those bad horror movies. The creeper in the background, laughing, while one's screaming. There were a lot of foriegners working there. It was pretty neat; I met a girl from Russia who seemed quite nice. If I weren't so shy, I would have tried to talk to her a little bit, seeing as there were no people waiting at the stand she was running. But I'm far too shy. Hell, I'm surprised I actually managed to talk to Mom's Russian friend when I met her last Friday. She's super sweet, though.
We had a good time at the waterpark, though. In the end, Mom got a toy, we got Dei and Sydney one, and I got a shirt made in India. I love their clothes; everything I've ever gotten by them were one size fits all, and it's stayed true to this day.

I didn't burn too badly; just a little pink on the shoulders and chest. Most of it's already gone, the rest should be gone tomorrow. Only problem is my ears got blocked up a bit (bad drainage). One ear's popped, the other one will eventually. It's frustrating, though. Feels like I'm half deaf until I make some noise on my upper half. Eating is a nightmare; I can hear everything.
I got home, took a shower, and promptly went to bed at about eleven-fifteen. I slept until ten-thirty. Ha. Almost twelve hours, and I'm feeling like a nap in a little while, after I eat. I'm starving. x:

My keyboard has a few missing teeth now, too. My aunt decided that the keys could be put back so she pulled one out in efforts to show me that it can be taken out to aid in my cleaning of the keyboard (cat hair everywhere ugh). So I pulled out two more by accident. It's missing the 2, 3, and A keys. It still works quite well, it's just a little strange. Took it to the Geek Squad at Best Buy, but they spent like... Fifteen minutes to no avail with it, said that a new keyboard would cost anywhere between 15o-2oo$ and then it'd take another 5o$ to replace it. Not quite sure how I feel about that. I think I'd rather just tolerate a few missing keys than to dish out almost 25o$ just to get a keyboard replaced. If it were the entire board, then I might consider it. But even then, I can type without looking, so it'd have to be missing the vital keys that I don't know what are yet.
But the 2, 3, and A? I think I can live without them. I'll just call Ange "Gimpi the Keyboard Killer" from now on. Simple enough, methinks.

Man I hope that burger cooks fast... I'm so hungry.
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