How do you LJ-CUT? I forgot.
So day before yesterday I went to Six Flags with Opal and it was AMAZING. The morning ride was us lying on the bus feeling groggy, but nevertheless was nice because we cuddled and listened to music alot of the way there. We stopped at McDonald's eventually and ate some breakfast, then made our way to the land of coasters and bugs bunny.
I went on my first coaster that day. Y'know what it was? The Georgia Cyclone. BIG MISTAKE. See, I had bet Opal a quarter that I wouldn't enjoy it in hopes of making her happy. Sadly, even if I had tried to lie and say it was fun, she'd see right through me. I was visibly shaken at the end of it all and I did NOT have fun. She kept grabbing my hand and telling me that it was shaking very violently. I felt like a jerk, and I told her, and she kept saying it was her fault. I still felt like a coward.
I wanted to be brave and go on the Batman with her, but she refused. I promised her i'd go on the next one our group went to (our "group" included Katie, Ashley, who is a friend of Opal's, and me and Opal). Sadly, that one was the Mindbender. If I had never felt the wraith of God that day, then I sure realized it then. She didn't say anything to me while riding the cyclone, but when we got on the Mindbender, she constantly clinged onto me saying "I LOVE YOU BABY" and grabbed my hand or arm. So the Mindbender she made bearable.
Most of the day, however, I followed her around as she went from coaster to coaster. It wasn't bad, really, I just sat there and held her's and Ashley's purses, as well as the stuffed animals that Ashley won (Opal and I tried desperately to win each other prizes, but to no avail). Eventually we had dinner at this themed restaraunt (50's Malt, lol), which consisted of expensive-ass burger and fries that...honestly? I don't know if it was worth 11$. I got to eat next to my baby though, and that was all that mattered.
We went on a few more rides, including a spinny thingy, a log ride, and another coaster (which was low to the ground, so I LOVED it). Eventually, we spent our last few minutes getting our money together to buy matching handcuff bracelets (which we didn't have the money for).
OH YEAH! I almost forgot to mention one of my most favorite parts. Me and Opal went on the skyboxes by ourselves? Let me just say she told me that i'm a great kisser.
Ride Home: Sore legs, our dogs barking, tired, exhausted, sleepy, thirsty, and out of our minds. We talked and carried on, but eventually we settled down together and talked about the day. We gave each other little kisses, cuddled, fell asleep in each other's arms, etc. We sang to each other and to God, too. It was amazing how well she sang, even despite screaming all day from coasters.
I slept well that night.
Last night, however...horrible.
I dreamt that I was visiting Ashleigh in a distant future. She lived on a farm, her hair was a natural reddish-brown again, and she had a family. I was there to be her friend and to catch up. Things were okay for her. I cried for our past on occasions, and she comforted me. I spent the night there in a guest room in what seemed like a gigantic house.
Now this is the part where I had a dream within a dream.
There was a boiling desert, whose landscape was frayed, cratered, and turned into what looked like hell. A war was being waged, and all the animals in the world were pitted against each other. Teeth, bullets, blood, flesh, and every bodily fluid and part imaginable flew freely in the air, giving the dead an even more potent stench. I stood on the outskirts of the horrifying battle, naked. Suddenly, a horrible rage built up, and I charge the fray, my fists hitting whatever animal I could get my hands on. I eventually grew fatigued, cried, and layed down to die. A bull, however, took to gently nuzzling me inbetween crushing and masticating bone and flesh. Eventually, he took me in his mouth, placed me outside the battle, and charged back in. I woke up from my dreams wanting to cry and horribly missing Ashleigh.
I wonder how she's doing.
If it weren't so early, i'd call Opal and maybe she could keep me from crying.
I might call Ashleigh again. I might not.
I went on my first coaster that day. Y'know what it was? The Georgia Cyclone. BIG MISTAKE. See, I had bet Opal a quarter that I wouldn't enjoy it in hopes of making her happy. Sadly, even if I had tried to lie and say it was fun, she'd see right through me. I was visibly shaken at the end of it all and I did NOT have fun. She kept grabbing my hand and telling me that it was shaking very violently. I felt like a jerk, and I told her, and she kept saying it was her fault. I still felt like a coward.
I wanted to be brave and go on the Batman with her, but she refused. I promised her i'd go on the next one our group went to (our "group" included Katie, Ashley, who is a friend of Opal's, and me and Opal). Sadly, that one was the Mindbender. If I had never felt the wraith of God that day, then I sure realized it then. She didn't say anything to me while riding the cyclone, but when we got on the Mindbender, she constantly clinged onto me saying "I LOVE YOU BABY" and grabbed my hand or arm. So the Mindbender she made bearable.
Most of the day, however, I followed her around as she went from coaster to coaster. It wasn't bad, really, I just sat there and held her's and Ashley's purses, as well as the stuffed animals that Ashley won (Opal and I tried desperately to win each other prizes, but to no avail). Eventually we had dinner at this themed restaraunt (50's Malt, lol), which consisted of expensive-ass burger and fries that...honestly? I don't know if it was worth 11$. I got to eat next to my baby though, and that was all that mattered.
We went on a few more rides, including a spinny thingy, a log ride, and another coaster (which was low to the ground, so I LOVED it). Eventually, we spent our last few minutes getting our money together to buy matching handcuff bracelets (which we didn't have the money for).
OH YEAH! I almost forgot to mention one of my most favorite parts. Me and Opal went on the skyboxes by ourselves? Let me just say she told me that i'm a great kisser.
Ride Home: Sore legs, our dogs barking, tired, exhausted, sleepy, thirsty, and out of our minds. We talked and carried on, but eventually we settled down together and talked about the day. We gave each other little kisses, cuddled, fell asleep in each other's arms, etc. We sang to each other and to God, too. It was amazing how well she sang, even despite screaming all day from coasters.
I slept well that night.
Last night, however...horrible.
I dreamt that I was visiting Ashleigh in a distant future. She lived on a farm, her hair was a natural reddish-brown again, and she had a family. I was there to be her friend and to catch up. Things were okay for her. I cried for our past on occasions, and she comforted me. I spent the night there in a guest room in what seemed like a gigantic house.
Now this is the part where I had a dream within a dream.
There was a boiling desert, whose landscape was frayed, cratered, and turned into what looked like hell. A war was being waged, and all the animals in the world were pitted against each other. Teeth, bullets, blood, flesh, and every bodily fluid and part imaginable flew freely in the air, giving the dead an even more potent stench. I stood on the outskirts of the horrifying battle, naked. Suddenly, a horrible rage built up, and I charge the fray, my fists hitting whatever animal I could get my hands on. I eventually grew fatigued, cried, and layed down to die. A bull, however, took to gently nuzzling me inbetween crushing and masticating bone and flesh. Eventually, he took me in his mouth, placed me outside the battle, and charged back in. I woke up from my dreams wanting to cry and horribly missing Ashleigh.
I wonder how she's doing.
If it weren't so early, i'd call Opal and maybe she could keep me from crying.
I might call Ashleigh again. I might not.