Lunar splash, please kill meh.

oh mah god. you know what I hate more than writer's block? Boys. Boys and how stupid they are. You've seen my last blog. And I had the official worst most POSSIBLE thing happen to me. I was at the fair with my dad and my sister. Just as I was getting on my first ride, who do I see but Noah himself. Sounds pretty great right? A chance to talk to him out school? WRONG. He already had company. HIS GIRLFRIEND. I saw them running down the hill towards the swingy thingy. I know what you're thinking. Maybe she's just a friend! Nope. Why? They were holding holding hands. They were BUCKING HOLDING HANDS!!! I tried so hard not to cry, but alas, it was impossible. I burst into tears, and they had to escort me off the ride. I felt like an idiot. And worst part is, he never saw me. He'll never know that i saw his girlfriend's pink hair and jean shorts, or his totally majestic, flowing, black hair... Got off topic there. Any way, my entire time at the fair was ruined. Maybe they'll break up? I don't know. But let's just say she's first on my list of people to kill.