accelerometer

i feel petty. good thing i didn't name it. i was about to, too. i almost wrote "dante" on there and i was like nah, i'll think of another name and write it tomorrow.
but i still feel attached. it's stupid, i know. i doubt anyone else threw as big a fit as i did, or even gave a damn that they didn't have their own accelerometers. but i did give a damn, and i want my fucking accelerometer. i wanted to find the bastard who took mine and just give him/her one good slug. i did not make it for someone else to take. i trusted benn, dammit. i actually wanted to use it. because what else does pga have to offer me? rides, okay. speed is fun, but i don't really get a kick out of thrill rides because i don't see what there is to be afraid of. they're all the same--just speed with twists and turns. i really can't distinguish a fear factor from one to the next.
anyway. that was pretty much the only shitty part of my day, except for my sunburn but that's not hurting yet so hopefully it won't be too bad later on. went around with rashelle, kathrina, and wilson, who whimpers "ohhmygawd" like he has no tomorrow. it was amusing, of course. i bought board shorts and won a penguin. i wanted the big one, fuck. not for myself, cause i never know what to do with stuffed animals.
anyway i'm done ranting. hella tired. i used to love roller coasters. they're still fun, but i think they kind of bore me now. unless certain persons had been there, but he wasn't. boo. oh well.

the train was awesome.
-oh, and we learned a cool neat trick you could do with a straw.