One night…
I thought my arm was missing. I woke up at like 3 in the morning, in Tennessee, and I looked for my arm because I couldn’t see it. When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming, and living that part in The Butterfly Effect where he wakes up and doesn’t have arms. I ran my hand over my stomach and reached for my shoulder, but my arm wasn’t there. It was hanging off the side of the bed, asleep. All numb. It was also 3 AM, so you can’t really blame me for losing my arm. I found it, so it’s all good.
Dollywood
Is pretty much crap. I only like 2 rides. The Mystery Mine was a roller coaster ride that took you thru a haunted mine with a few vertical drops and vertical up-wards I guess you could call it. I went on that 7 times.
The other ride I liked was a water ride. It was 75 degrees, and felt even hotter in the sun. The ride was equivilent to the Raging River or whatever in Great Escape. I don’t remember the name, but I got really wet. Probably becuse I went on it 4 times in a row. Yeah, I’m hardcore like that haha.
That’s all I have to say about that. Peace.
Oh oh oh, it’s magic, you knoww…
Ok, so, I was just at a a magic show in Tennessee called Magic Beyond Belief starring Terry Evanswood. He did amazing things like lovetating women or changing them into cats. It’s easy to say that he’s my new hero.
But, no one beats Magic Bob in Lakeland, New Jersey. Magic Bob was amazing and made many appearances at my house. He was at my little sister’s 2nd birthday party and my mom even had his phone number. He had a show at Lakeland High School where I won a pink stuffed rabbit, the only stuffed animal I still have. Magic Bob was amazing, trust me. God, I love that man. I just want to call him up and be like “MAGIC BOB I LOVE YOU” in a southern accent (because being in Tennessee makes me want to speak like I was born there) and hang up. I know, I’m weird.
Bye 
There’s nothing more awkward…
Than yodelling. Yeah, yodelling.
So, for my Spring Break, I went to Tennessee. On Saturday, we drove (we meanng family) about 10 hours and ended up in Virginia where we spent the night in a Best Western with a railroad track right behind it. And guess what. The train went by 7 times that night. I know, fun. Then, Sunday morning, we got up and drove to Tennessee. I don’t know how many hours. I stopped caring. Anyway, the buildings there. Whoah. They are shaped like the things they sell. There was a pizza place and arcade in one, and it was all shaped like pizza and superheroes and crap. And there was just an arcade and it was shaped like a juke box. There was some western place shaped like a boot. It made me want to live there. There were like 2385738467394 differant stores, a good chunk of them candy stores. It’s amazing I didn’t gain 30 pounds.
We rented a cabin for this trip and it’s really a lot better than a hotel. It’s all… not connected to other rooms. It’s nice. The whole place to ourselves. But anyway. Back to the yodelling. On Monday night, after some shopping again, we went to Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede. It was kinda like a Medieval Times thing. But, only before the horse back riding and food eating, there was a band. A fiddle, banjo, guitarish thingy, and that large bass thing that you can’t lift. It’s hard to explain. But, for part of it, the girl in the group of four was yodelling. She was a yodelling champion. But, I think yodelling is awkward. But that’s just me.
I also thought it was a little weird that the performers were riding ostriches. Yeah, ostriches. Is it just me, or does that not normally happen?
