In L.A.

So last night I drove to LA with Shaun. We met up with Shari and Michael and hung out on some hill. I don't remember much about this part.

The next part, the four of us plus my father were heading to some Disney attraction. We went down in the elevator into a large dimly lit room. A 18" raised state was in the middle of the room with a drum set on it. CC Deville, with his fluffy white hair, from Poison sat at the drums, which is funny since he plays guitar. A woman came out to sing and I asked Shari who it was. She knew, but I forget the name, and said she wanted to move over by the dance floor so Sophie could dance. I waved my father over, but he wanted to sit on a bench instead of the floor.

Then Poison came on and played "Talk Dirty To Me". I followed my father over to the doors. We waited and when it was done, the Disney experience continued. The doors opened and we were running through an obstical course made up of fiber glass rock. Fake machine gunners shot at us as fireworks or something popped at us. That hurt. I climbed up a, um, hill and hid.

The next part I as queuing to get on a train. I was in the line to get in, but needed to get a ticket using my credit card. I moved into another line to buy a ticket and found I was in another line to get in. Then I went to be the back of the line and eventually got my ticket. When I got in, some guy walked over, picked up part of the train and threw it into the desert. He kept picking up parts of the train and throwing them. I ran into the desert to make sure my friends were ok.

Then I was driving back with Shaun and had to do my homework. That sucked the most.