Happy

I haven’t been happy for a while. I sort of don’t want to give a full profile of what happened today/why I’m happy ’cause I have a diary, so I’ll sum it up in sort-of chronological order. Probably.

Part One: Standing in the rain.
In which I start getting wet and borrow a umbrella, Tooran makes a friend and styles his hair, lots of school buses come, and the people I talk to are racist.

Part Deux: Rides.
Wherein I survive, our group is mostly wimpy, we eat super unhealthy delicious doughnuts, we mix groups, go on kiddy rides, and I see Brentwood Park.

Part Three: Lunch and more kiddy rides.
In which we steal food (from each other), go on a Ferris Wheel (a pink seat), I get forced to go on a ride twice and freak out (I didn’t scream. So hah.), we go on the carousel and Tooran jumps form horse to horse insanely, teacups and hot-air balloons are awesome, and we become rebels (not really).

Part Four: Meeting up with the other groups and swearing.
Wherein the main part of the group go on some insane thing for six times straight, a certain squirrel freaks out but acts cool afterwards, I laugh, he gets pissed because I laugh, our groups go on roller-coasters and Tooran and I . . . wimp out. I did.

Part Five: Going home and extra shopping.
In where we play rigged games, see Ryan Hum in front of the Haunted House doing Gangnam Style with a zombie, buy more doughnuts, eat them, go back, secrets happen, we are sexist but I care naught, I eat my lunch on the car, and I am content.

I haven’t been this careless for a while. Like, happy-careless, not regretful-careless. Although I sort of regret not talking to Ryan, I highly doubt he remembers me. That’s sad. Erm . . . the only thing I have to worry about is dentist appointments in July. That’s sad-funny. Well . . . I’m happy. And that is a lovely thing. And rare.