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Zonked. Man, I'm pooped. I can't be pooped yet. But I'm so pooped. Steph has a friend over, and Dad, Steph, her friend, and I were going to go to Six Flags... but when we got there, the parking lot was like, filled. There was a wee bit o' space in the back, but... no way. We didn't want to stand in line for hours to ride one ride, so we decided to call that idea off. So instead, we went to hell--I mean, Putt-Putt. The golf bit... I am horrible at mini-golf. Really. Well, I got a few hole-in-one's, but... something about Putt-Putt... just throws me off. I don't like feeling the angry, impatient stares of families behind us. Those scare me. And, I also am pretty bad at aiming and how hard to hit the ball... I don't know why... But if you ever need me to be in a really bad mood, drag me to Putt-Putt. But then we went inside, and played games, and I got 1417 tickets, so, I was happy. Dad hit a jackpot after playing for a while, and he got, I think 2200-ish. But of course we still couldn't afford ANYTHING cool. I was tempted, out of spite, to ask the woman to give me all the points in erasers. Ah well. I'm going to go snort some pixie stick powder, and maybe watch some telly. I'm kidding about one of those... you decide which one. Love to you all, <-Ghost-> |
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