Cedar Point

Ceeeeedar Point... it was fun, surprisingly. I mean, the whole part about being with my family for an extended period of time. We were there for 2 days, the first day for the roller coaster-ish part, and then second day for the water park. Well, seeing as I'm a total wimp, the biggest roller coaster I went on was the Gemini, which I then proceeded to ride 7 more times. My 8 year old brother even went on bigger ones then I did. Anyways, the second day we went to the water part thing, and I was the only one who really liked it. My dad, Nicki, and Ben all were just going on the slides cause I wanted to, but I didn't care; I had to walk around and watch them go on roller coaster the previous day. Something I noticed about all the girls there tho, was that almost every single one had their bellybutton pierced. I want to get mine pierced sooooo bad, but I have a feeling that I'll never have the guts to do it... but if that many people have done it, it can't be that bad. I wouldn't get mine done until November-ish anyway, so I have some time to think about it I guess...

On our way home, Nicki and Ben fell asleep, and so it was just me and my dad... awkward, yes. So i guess he felt compelled to strike up some conversation, so he starts talking about this childhood, of all things. He told me all about all these tricks him and his brothers used to do to people, along with terrorizing the neighborhood. But then he started talking about all of his friends in high school that had died, how in the two years that he was at some high school, there had been three really bad car accidents. In every single one, there had been some of his friends, and in every single one, some of his friends had died. In just one car accident, 5 of them died in the same night. It started to make me think... what if some of my friends got in a terrible accident and died? I've gotten so used to having my friends around, it never occurred to me what it would be like if they died. I can't even imagine what it would have been like to loose so many friends in just 2 years. After my dad told me all of this, I started to gain a little respect for him (temporarily) for being able to talk about that kind of thing so openly. Of course, a little later, he decided to be really cool and go back to his normal self, where my previous feelings and opinions of him quickly returned.

Oh, and I got really sunburned, even though I had sunscreen on. God damn the world, why does the sun live...?