Um, it is far too early to be awake. This is what I get for going to bed at 8:30 yesterday. I fell asleep as soon as I laid in bed, too- it wasn't like I laid up, staring at the broken fan on my cieling or anything- no, no, I was out cold the moment I hit the sack.
Yesterday, Shannon and I went to Cedar Point for a little day trip. And by day I really mean just day, because we left at 3:30. We figured we had hit all the rides we wanted (besides the dragster and max air, which both had rediculously long lines- the Dragster isn't even worth the wait, I mean, honestly- it's awesome and all, but why do these people wait three hours to go on it? it's an eighteen second ride. That isn't even logical) and we were both exhausted for some reason. We stopped by Cici's pizza on the way back, and I showed Shannon the magic of a four dollar all you can eat buffet. After I dropped her off, I took about half an hour to freaking get home because it was goddamned rush hour, and no one takes the God forsaken highway anymore (well, actually they do, as we saw on our way home).
May I just point out that the amount of construction in Westlake and the other various outlying suburbs is completely rediculous? There is pretty much no way of me getting either east or west when I'm driving. I really hope Centre Ridge is done soon, because that's probably the worst, and I travel on that the most. I'm sincerely tiring of the oclour orange, in a construction context, anyway.
And I'm mad because I'm up so early, and naturally no one else is going to be up (not that I blame them) and there's really nothing to do at this hour (I can't go downstairs unyl my mom leaves the house) because stupid myspace isn't working, so I can't even occupy myself with BOCFOC.
Gah. Byebye
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