Unix Backward Is Xinu... Xenu... Scientology... Creeeeepy...
I hope I don't get hunted down and slaughtered like a pig for that one. That would be a buzzkill.
I got a WOW!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) card today. La-dee-dah...
I'm milking this for all it's worth, damnit. Did you know you could get kicked out of Great America (please don't sue me) for swearing or doing anything obscene? Seriously. They have signs that say something to the effect of, "... anything done to disrupt a family environment is grounds for dog tearing apartage"... that kind of deal. They also have designated smoking areas, which is a whole weird of it's own. Some are really nice with a fountain and all... but some are really shady-ass corners. Corners that make one wonder "Am I about to catch a shiv with my gut?" Drop Zone is a fucked up ride. I can handle the extreme height, though it's somewhat terrifying. I can handle the drop, even though it jams all my meaty innards into my throat. The fucked up bit is the random interval between top and drop (haha, that rhymes in a painfully stupid way). That Clipper Ship thing is scarier, though. I don't like having all my weight resting on the piece of metal with a mechanical release that's preventing me from doing a flailing nose-dive into iron support beams. For all I know, there was a fatal oversight in the production of that mechanical release and in case of a power-surge it just activates. That would be tight... on second thought, I don't mean that at all.
I noticed fashion changed drastically since the last time I went to a massively public place. I'm starting to wonder if there's a secret war between the genders to see who can get to walking around naked quicker. Every other girl was wearing one of those "is it a dress or is it a top IT IS A MYSTARY" shirt things. I also noticed two shirts with "You're rad. (Let's hug)" on the back. Stupid shit like that is irritating. If a phrase is on a shirt, it's got a pretty good chance of being profoundly dumb. My brain knows it's wrong, but my bladder always tells me to pee on anyone wearing a shirt like that. Preferably while they're wearing the shirt.
Pastels as far as the eye can see.
I got a WOW!(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) card today. La-dee-dah...
I'm milking this for all it's worth, damnit. Did you know you could get kicked out of Great America (please don't sue me) for swearing or doing anything obscene? Seriously. They have signs that say something to the effect of, "... anything done to disrupt a family environment is grounds for dog tearing apartage"... that kind of deal. They also have designated smoking areas, which is a whole weird of it's own. Some are really nice with a fountain and all... but some are really shady-ass corners. Corners that make one wonder "Am I about to catch a shiv with my gut?" Drop Zone is a fucked up ride. I can handle the extreme height, though it's somewhat terrifying. I can handle the drop, even though it jams all my meaty innards into my throat. The fucked up bit is the random interval between top and drop (haha, that rhymes in a painfully stupid way). That Clipper Ship thing is scarier, though. I don't like having all my weight resting on the piece of metal with a mechanical release that's preventing me from doing a flailing nose-dive into iron support beams. For all I know, there was a fatal oversight in the production of that mechanical release and in case of a power-surge it just activates. That would be tight... on second thought, I don't mean that at all.
I noticed fashion changed drastically since the last time I went to a massively public place. I'm starting to wonder if there's a secret war between the genders to see who can get to walking around naked quicker. Every other girl was wearing one of those "is it a dress or is it a top IT IS A MYSTARY" shirt things. I also noticed two shirts with "You're rad. (Let's hug)" on the back. Stupid shit like that is irritating. If a phrase is on a shirt, it's got a pretty good chance of being profoundly dumb. My brain knows it's wrong, but my bladder always tells me to pee on anyone wearing a shirt like that. Preferably while they're wearing the shirt.
Pastels as far as the eye can see.