_{I'm sitting on a wooden bench, it's cold and there are no people in the flumes. All I have is myself and the flickering glow of the lamps that light my path up and down the infernal rude. The rain is pouring down and I feel miserable. One sneeze. Two sneezes. My mind races. Oh fuck. I am NOT getting sick. My throat is sore, my nose is stuffed and my head is pounding. Some kids come up. "We'll be on three more times at least! SIX FLAGS! SIX FLAGS!" I smile and say "Enjoy your ride!", though my mind feels something entirely different. I sigh and snuggle back into the cold metal that's keeping me from falling over into the tree. It's going to be a LONG night.}

That was how I felt midway through the night shift on Saturday night at the Log Flume. I ended up getting a cold, I missed Father's Day the next day and my weekend was very monotonous. On the bright side, last day of school is tommorow and I am going to be a senior next year. YAY! This year was...a roller coaster ride. A lot happened, a lot is over, but in the end, I'm happy. And on the bigger bright side, I am not working on Kerri's birthday. I would have cried if I was from guilt. xDD

My life is sleep, eat, work...haha, it's kind of sad. Oh well...reading a few books for school. One is in French :] And my summer should be eventful.