I'm on vacation. The real
there.
That must be why I'm still trying to update my blog, is not it? Otherwise, I would not come before a while.
For cons, I have nothing relevant to say today. I am going to the playa with the cops.
Ah yes, I went around with my sister on Tuesday. Honestly, I thought die there. My sister and I are very different. I'm an extreme, not she. I'm bawling, not she. I am angry, not she. I'm terrified of heights, not she. But I often feel like a circus beast compared to it. Because I live very extreme. You remember, I'm an intense han;) So we did some rides. I like to face my fears anyway, I do not limit myself to the log flume. I am the Monster for only 2 years. In the queue, I'm fine, I'm happy to try do. The only problem, the big problem is that when I'm settled in the ring, attached and that the car is gaining momentum, I start to panic and I Braille. Well yes, I Braille. Often in silence, but I Braille. I say: "Cursed thick, why you're there, you're going to die, the car goes off the rails, you'll lose your life in a p'tain carousel built wooden cimonac. In short, it rises. I hear the "Tic tic than that tic tic than that tic" and a click (I know we'll squeal the camp, we are in the highest mountain in Russia and that it will drop and my heart will stay in my throat). And there, bathed in tears, screaming my suffering, I start laughing like a demon. I like it. But ... I keep my eyes closed, it's a detail I forgot to mention. And it's over. I watch my sister and I said: Wow, that was cool han? And she looked at me as if seeking a subtle way m'interner:) Good
. I thought I had my share of hysteria, attention, you have not read anything. The Vampire, I love love, I never Braille, I'm fine there, yet it rotates, it is not nice like Disco Round. In short, I love it.
But when my sister told me, 'I came here to do all the rides, "I said nothing. Because I know there's one that I will never in my life. EVER. It's out of my folly. Him, if I do, I'm dying. We arrived in front. I pretend to change sides and I smiled and said: Um, we could go eat a beaver tail han? And my sister said to me: No, wait, we'll do it, there is virtually no waiting and it's rare. I raise my head and I see it. I looked down, he throws me a challenge. It is huge, it's fast, it's a bastard. I hate him already. Remember here, I'm the big sister. Often, the roles are reversed, I think she's great. My sister is mature, it is reserved, it is different from me. In short, I go, I say nothing, I saw my role as big sister to bottom. We are in the queue. I raise my head again and I fixed my enemy Goliath. He's my enemy. I forget all my demons, it is between him and me. This is where it will play out. And chalice, she is right, there are not many people. It is clear, they are all buried, all died of fear Cibola. I'm the only fool who will venture into this arena. We advance. My sister is upset, she hastily. Me, I want to vomit, I want to leave. It is still moving, and a little too fast for my taste. And we come near to shipment to the death. And then, the estimated height of misfortune, people ahead of us give way. Ah ben ordeal. My death will come faster. I no longer speak. I must be white, not transparent. My sister is feverish, she is sitting, ready to burst. And I'm standing next to the carousel and it fails me. I drive the car bastard. I sit and when the seatbelt is "CLICK", I panic. Seriously, I panic. I breathe wrong, I'm hot, I feel sick. And my sister is laughing. She giggles and then my state, I do not find it funny. But not really. I am in a panic. I know I'll go over the barrier and burst. And I'll have my death to pay for estique crazy prices. And it leaves. I cry ... NO. J'HURLE. "I DO NOT WANT TO DO, I WANT OUT". And my sister who bursts out laughing and said: Well go ahead, get out! It rises. It's endless. I do not know if you know what it looks like this asshole?
You see? I was there.
short, when I was a coward lousse in death, I have not spoken, I have not cried, I did not cry. I remained motionless. And when it stopped I got out the ride in Braille, but I Braille, people looked at me like a girl who should have stayed in the asylum.
I was scared.
And then the climax. My sister tells me: Well frankly there Eli.
There I pogne nerves by making him understand (m'enfin, try to understand) that I was afraid that was not controllable, then, that I was not able to control it. It did not seem to understand at all, but hey, I have looked mad)
Well, on that note, I'm going to play poker, yeah, I learned.
Good evening:) XxX
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