I'm a girl. This journal is almost 10 years old, when I started it, I called it Almost 21. Before that, I had a journal called Soap on a domain that no longer exists. Some things have changed since then, some things haven't. I always wanted to be a writer. I live out that dream here.
Expanding on the idea, I thought about how interesting it would be if people offered such rides in a carnival like atmosphere: bundling you up in the center of a giant beach ball, and sending you tumbling down a hill, where somoene would catch you and free you because you can't stay in the ball for more than 10 minutes, else you will run out of oxygen and suffocate.
So I go ahead and imagine myself in one of these rides, only instead of rolling me down a grassy hill, they roll me down a steep road and the guy who's supposed to catch me on the other end can't because my ball is rolling too fast (oh no!).
Now I will roll forever and die in a giant beach ball (because the road is deserted), and not only that, but I will get dizzy and have a nasty headache and probably throw up before I die, with my body smeared in vomit.
Unless... the ball finally hits a tree or a wall and comes to a stop, allowing me to cut my way out with the miniature swiss army knife on my keychain.
I think that I should keep my keychain on me all the time.
I also think that I should get some sleep. I have to leave at 7:20am tomorrow, and it is winter.