Hey everyone! Happy October. Since it's October I thought I'd do a little story time about the first time I went to six flags and it was fright fest.

Ok, so the story starts with a phone call from my uncle (my mom's brother). He called my mom and told her that he had extra tickets to go to six flags and that we were invited.

When I heard the news I was obviously excited to go because I have never been to six flags. I wish I could go back and tell myself what was going to happen because I was in for quite a scare.

Anyways, six flags day came and we went to my uncles house because we were going together. Fast forward to when we get there. Six flags was head to toe decorated for Halloween. They even dyed the little like fountain thing they had in front of the marry go round red to represent blood. We did a lot of walking around going on rides. My cousins went on so many roller-coasters, my cousin was trying to convince me to go on this roller coster called the demon and she was like "it's not scary or does it have many drops or anything. She said she's been on it various times before" but the thing is that my cousin tends to sometimes laugh a bit when she's telling lies so I KNEW it was going to be horrible.

But so she didn't think I was a scardy cat (which I was, but they'd never know that. But I have a feeling they knew cause the rides I went on weren't extreme) I offered to stay behind and hold everyone's stuff. But my parents and brothers did go on and according to them the ride had many sharp turns and your head bumped from side to side in your seat. They said it was horrible and I'm glad I missed out on that.

The day kept getting darker and I kept hearing my aunt and uncle talking about some monsters being let out soon. EXCUSE ME MONSTERS? NO ONE TOLD ME THERE'D BE MONSTERS! So the whole time after hearing that my heart started beating faster and faster. They got your girl STRESSING for real.

It was getting late and everyone was getting hungry so we went in one of the restaurants to eat. We all ordered spaghetti and it was the BEST spaghetti I had. That was until my aunt got a call from my uncle (he and my dad went back to the car for jackets cause I was getting cold). Guess what my uncle told my aunt? Yeah, yeah he told her that the monsters got released. I remember my aunt got off the phone and told my mom the monsters were released and when I heard that I swear I felt my heart drop to the floor.

Like I said I've never been so I didn't know what to expect. Where the monsters going to chase us and it was going to be like those zombie movies where you're running for your life? I couldn't even finish my delicious spaghetti in peace after I heard that. We left the restaurant and my senses were at an all time high. Poor me was so paranoid thinking the monsters were going to pop out of thin air.

Then we suddenly heard someone scream bloody murder from far away and I got even more scared. The monsters got her I thought. When I tell you I gripped my poor moms hand so tight after that, I probably cut her circulation off. 😭. We did some more walking and went to meet my uncle and dad.

We went on more rides still no monsters in sight. THANK GOD! but sadly that all changed when my uncle led us all to this place. The line was LONG LONG LONG. I kept thinking dang this ride must be amazing. We finally got in and guess what we were in line for? A FREAKING MAZE where there was a scare around almost every corner 😭😭😭. The amount of almost heart attacks I had I can't even count in one hand. And again I kept gripping onto my moms arm like there was no tomorrow. I remember saying over and over to my mom "porque no se buscan un trabajo en vez de asustar a la gente" as tears streamed down my face (why don't they find a job instead of scaring people). Little me thought they did this for fun of course this was their job lmao!!!

So I thought that was the end right? Nope, the maze finished and it's like it led you to even MORE monsters. We walked around some more and I got so distracted watching other people get scared that I let my guard down. And I think they sensed that because I remember a clown coming towards me. I saw him and started backing up. I backed up not looking back and I didn't realize there was ANOTHER monster behind me. I think they were probably a team and wanted to double scare me. But since I didn't see him I accidentally stepped on his shoe and hit him in the stomach with my elbow as I was turning around. All I heard was a muffled grunt. I ran so fast after that if you saw me you'd probably think you saw the flash 😂😂. I like to think of that as revenge for all the scares I got that day lol. I can laugh about this now but I was really scared in the moment. 😂😂😂

Moral of the story. Six flags is scary around September and October so go at your own discretion.

Now when I hear commercials about six flags fright fest I laugh and remember when I hit the clown in the stomach 😂😂😂.

Hey everyone! Welcome back to another story time. I am back with another crazy teacher story time. Yes, I have another. This is the story about the time my teacher wanted to fight construction workers 

Hey everyone! How are you? For todays blog post I bring you a story time. This story time is about one of my crazy teachers and how she washed a kids mouth out with soap.

Hey guys! *sighs* ahhh High School. That word brings back memories doesn't it? High School.... whether they be good memories or bad. So today we are going to be talking about the time I got bullied on Facebook by my whole high school. Yep.

*claps hands*
Boy oh boy do I have a story to tell you guys.

Ok, so story starts yesterday when my family woke up and decided to go to the laundry mat to wash all our bed stuff (you know stuff like pillows, sheets, blankets, comforters etc) because we can't wash those at home because "they get to heavy and the home washer can break" so anyways...

My dad had to do something else so he left my mom and I at the laundry mat. Ok, so we found 4 washers that were close together and added our stuff. After the they finished washing we had to take our stuff in our basket because there wasn't enough carts to the dryers.

Well, anyways as we were taking our stuff to the dryers  a freaking thief came and opened the washer that we had our stuff in and STOLE from us. That's right someone opened the washer and STOLE from us. You wanna know what they stole... you're not even going to believe me... you know how I mentioned we only went to wash our bed stuff...

Well....

The thief stole a freaking pillow. Thats right... a PILLOW!

I won't get into the details as to how/when I noticed it was gone because well, you probably guessed it I noticed it was gone when I didn't see it when we were folding.

But I still can't freaking believe someone stole a pillow. Like I know sometimes money is tight for some people but I mean COME ON! The cheapest pillows at Walmart cost $3.

And I know you're probably reading this and thinking "it's just a pillow, get over it". Here's what makes me so mad about my pillow being stolen.

First, that it was kinda expensive. Secondly, what makes me super mad is that someone would open something... that's not theirs... touch your belongings and think it was OK to steal.

How did they know that maybe I didn't have lice? Or some other illness? Like I don't know, I just don't get how someone could just grab someone's pillow that's been covered in sweat and drool and steal it for themselves.


Ok, so that's the story of how I slept on a new pillow yesterday lol. I know this story was probably kinda lame but I just wanted to share this and I don't know maybe raise awareness cause who knows maybe a sick freak can steal your underwear. So be careful!

The story starts out when my family & I were cleaning our house in Mexico. I was in charge of cleaning the kitchen. I started cleaning the kitchen and left it as clean as a whistle. So I look up at the top of the China cabinet and I see a white flower vase with a candle on top. I was like wow that would look so nice on the table.

I grab the vase by the white metal things (you'll see in the picture below). Here's where I made a mistake... I didn't grab a chair to boost myself to grab the white vase. I was 100% certain that the candle was glued to the white vase so I started to grab it and the candle dropped from on top of the china cabinet and hit me in the head.

I kid you not that when it hit me in the head my vision went black for like 6 second and then it went back to normal. I was so scared I thought I was bleeding so I grabbed my head and I felt a dent where the candle had hit me. This isn't no ordinary candle as you can see from the picture below that this candle is thick & heavy. My body (or should I say my head) was in shock for a few minutes then my head started to feel hot and it hurted like hell. I couldn't even talk or make any sort of facial expression because it hurt.


Here's the picture of the accident:
Green: me
Orange: white vase thing I wanted to put on the table

Here's what the candle that nearly killed me

Update:
A couple of days had passed now from the day I wrote the above and my head still hurts a little & the dent is nearly gone. It feels as if I'm going to get a small bump there too.