Rapids

Can you buy tickets to emerald point water park at walmart stores? if so where in the store can you buy them at. and how much are they usually?

If im going to emerald point water park first of august can i buy the tickets now? if so please tell me so i can go ahead and buy the tickets

this sounds weird but im scared for next saturday because.....? my best friend asked me to go to emerald point water park with her and i go everywhere with her. And im the only one she ever asks which i like.. but the problem is i think im gonna be on my period and i dont use tampons.. lol and so thats gonna be a major problem and also im not comforatble with wearing a bathing suit without a tshirt over it and they wont tlet you ride rides with one on.. and i dont know what to do or say? please dont anwswer if you think its a joke or something im seriously terrified! thanks

Can bubble bath cause vaginal itching? Sorry, this is gonna be kind of graphic. I've heard that bubble bath can cause vaginal itching. Sunday, my friend and I went to Emerald Point [a water park], then we came back and took a bubble bath in our bathing suits. I haven't taken a bubble bath in YEARS, and yesterday I noticed I was itching a lot in my vaginal area on the inside. I take showers, not baths, if that has anything to do with it. I woke up this morning and still had the itching, and when I got home from school a few hours ago, I noticed it was even more itchy, I'd use the word "intense". I almost wanted to cry it was so itchy. It's not swollen, and there are no spots or anything anywhere around it, but it's red, but I think that's from the scratching. I'm trying not to scratch because that causes more irritation. Any ideas? I'm going INSANE. Thanksss so much.

Please tell me if this story stinks? Lace I’m lying in a field of rolling hills edged with dark, towering trees. There is a beautiful sapphire lake to my right. The sun warms my face, and I sigh contentedly. Suddenly, the warm glow is gone. I open my eyes and sit up. The grass crunches and breaks under my fingertips. Every blade is covered in frost, and the emerald hue seems to have been sucked from the ground itself. The sky is blood red. Thick ruby clouds roll across the sun. I hear a roll of thunder. Under the low rumble, I hear a snarling growl. I whirl to face a lean, black wolf. Its pointed muzzle is turned up towards the sky. It slowly lowers its great head. Two bright, almost glowing, blue eyes lock onto my own. The sadness in them seems infinitely deep. “Run,” a girl’s voice commands. And then I’m running, the she-wolf on my left, urging me faster and faster. She raises her muzzle again and lets out a low, echoing howl. Across the lake, a swift form charges out from the trees. Instead of circling the lake like I expected, it runs straight over the water, its feet barely brushing the surface. As it draws closer, I can see that it is a doe, with brown eyes that looked eerily familiar. The doe joins my side. The she-wolf and the doe start to pull ahead. I panic, and try to run faster. Without warning, they come to a dead stop, both of them gazing over a steep hill. I come to their sides, and follow their sights. Screaming fills my ears, and I fall to my knees. *** With a gasp, Lace sat up in bed. Her heart was racing. She took steady breaths, trying to slow her rapid pulse. She glanced at the alarm clock and groaned. 5:07 A.M. She laid her head back down on the pillow, and rubbed her eyes. This was the third time she’d had that dream, and it always made her break out in a cold sweat. She didn’t know what was over that hill, but she could sense that it was something bad. She looked to her right at an empty bed, the covers still rumpled from where the sleeping form of her best friend had just been. Lace listened for a few moments, and heard water running in the bathroom across the hall. The water stopped, and the tall door opened, throwing a beam of light over a row of beds before it was quickly turned off. A thin figure walked quietly towards Lace, holding what appeared to be a glass of water. She settled on the previously absent bed. “Hey, you okay, Lilly?” Lace whispered. Lilly nodded, but looked tired. “Well,” said Lace, “get some rest today, and you’ll feel better.” Lilly nodded again, already drifting back into an exhausted sleep. The approaching dawn lightened the large room enough that Lace could see Lilly lying on her side, her soft golden hair spilling over her face. Lace turned her head to stare at the ceiling, rubbing her eyes. Today is Monday… she remembered. She thought of the long week ahead and stuck her tongue out in disgust. Lace settled back down and closed her eyes, listening to the soft snores and occasional cough of the sleeping forms around her. Somewhere on the floor above, a baby was crying softly. Lace sighed, and closed her eyes, waiting for the sun to peep over the horizon and fill the large dormitory with light. *** As Lace stepped out of her car, textbooks making her arms ache, she yawned. Rolling her neck, she started across the school parking lot and towards the large, gray high school. As she walked a tall, lanky boy with dark hair and thick glasses fell into step with her. “Hey, Lacey,” he said, awkwardly putting a thin arm across her shoulders. “Hey… I’d really rather you call me Lace, okay?” She asked, smiling tentatively, but internally sighing. They had been going out for two weeks now, but the relationship was going nowhere. She was dreading the inevitable day when she would have to end their awkward romance. Erin was sweet, but really not what she was looking for. They stepped into the building, hundreds of students milling around them. Erin chattered at her as she zoned out. She wished her best friend, Lilly, had been feeling well enough to come to school today. Lace was slightly worried about her; Lilly had been ill often the past few weeks. Eric and Lace approached their first class, and took their customary seats, Erin still going on about some movie he wanted to see. The rest of the class settled in around them, some of her friends stopping to talk for a moment. The teacher, Mrs. Hanes, was ancient. Her tiny voice barely reached the back of the classroom. The blaring bell rang, and Lace let the principal’s dull voice wash over her. A paper airplane floated lazily through the air. A fly buzzed against the windowpane. With another irritating bell, the announcements were completed. Mrs. Hanes was painstakingly writing out the assignment on the blackboard. Lace opened the text book, flipping to the assigned page, and began working. But after she completed only three of the twenty questions, the door to the classroom was gently opened. Lace didn’t look up, and neither did Mrs. Hanes f oh my gosh!! i forgot about the erin/eric thing!! one of my friends took my laptop and read it, then changed the first erin to eric because she didn't like the name erin, then when i typed more I kept it erin. SORRY :( and they live in an orphanage.