in the morning, we were on our way to the airport by 4:15. I didn't have the heart to mention I felt like barfing all over the place, especially as we got on the plane for the two hour flight. We arrived in Ohio, grandparents picked me up. Dad went to work. We went out to breakfast. It was delicious.
We were supposed to go to cedar point. I was scarily excited over it, been talking about it all week and everything. But it was still friggin early. We picked up my cousin, kasey, and went to get lunch. I don't even like hotdogs. Then we ran errands, I got things like a tiny plastic ferret, a baby blanket, and an empty perfume bottle. Pie. The usuals, you know. We got home and me and her took naps. I was so tired. Idk why. My dad got home around five, and it was like are we going to go to CP after dinner? And he got all mad and was like "I'm tired, NO!" And I got very, very upset. It's so frusterating when I can't control myself like that. I cried. I just wanted to spend time with my cousins, and ride roller coasters. Geez. And they had a swim meet tomarrow. I sulked for hours, it worked, I got my way like a spoiled brat. But we decided to go tomarrow.
I didn't mention we visited my other cousin, kyle, at work, he's a lifeguard. We swam for a while.