The other day at Stampede, I saw Marcey. It totally just made my night. I wanted her to come with me and my sister and her friends to go on rides, but she had to wait for someone, so she couldn't come. Oh well, I have her email address now so there will be much communication!
I don't think I like all the people I used to like. I mean, I don't hate them, but I find people to be annoying and self centered.
Well, back to Stampede. It was great fun. I went on a lot of rides and won some adoreable little cuddly toys. A little angel bear-named Goblin, of course-a teddy bear named Marcey because I won it about two minutes before I met her there, and a little pug dog named Francis Griswald the Third. I also won an angel bear for my sister and a floppy yellow and blue puppy dog for my mom, because I like winning things for people.
Except when those people bug me because I wouldn't go into the haunted houses. Not even the kiddie one. I seriously would have peed my pants in fright. Scary shit is not fun, it is shit.
Shit.