If these limits fail to exist, why do we learn about them?
Anyhow. That's really not why I am writing. I am writing to include a way that I failed recently, for the sake of adrenaline! So, as for setting the scene...
Band tour: Yipeeeeee!!!! I loved band tour so much. Ranks the best ever. Even though WOF was a bit of a let down, we OWNED as far as music went. We had fun nights in the hotel with the girls in my room: Jesse, Ashley, Catherine, and Maria. I somehow gashed my leg open with a ... soapdish??? We went to a dinner theatre and I got the prize for...most ridiculous answer. Mrs. Pinkerton, Agatha Christie would've been proud of me. For real. In my answer, I had someone who was really someone else, and seeming strangers who were really partners in murder! It was thrilling. Turns out I was wrong, but I really think it's the other way around. The writers are wrong! Anyways, it was marvelous.
After we competed, we went to WOF (aka, worlds of fun!!!). Whereever I went, the road broke down. It was terrible! I'm cutting all of the middle stuff, but me and a five other people ended up on the Mamba. And were late. And we didn't even get to ride. But here's the deal. We were way late. So we ran back to the entrance and hastily onto the bus.
My mistake? Running, my friends. To the Mamba and from the Mamba. I'm really not allowed to run by doctor's orders. I've already paidd for being late, but I hope I don't have to pay too much for being...foolish. My mom got mad. Really. She wasn't on the bus, but she heard about it later...
And that's the way I've failed recently. Thank you very much.
42 days, if anyone's interested...
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My mom told me what happened when she came to visit Sunday. I was shocked to find out that YOU GUYS were the ones who got in trouble. I hope you don't have to suffer too much longer, though. Love ya!
Yeah, we kinda knew when we ran to the Mamba that we'd be late and paying for it! But we misestimated time, and ended up five minutes later than we thought!. Total: about 15 minutes late!
Our punishment was getting up an hour earlier to drink coffee and talk shop with C. It' wasn't horrible, but it was 6 in the morning...
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