"I WILL worm again." (If you know who said this you win nothing, but you're cool.)
1. Over at La Maison cynicalsnark, aside from my continued search for employment, and/or volunteer employment just to get me out of the house more, we've been preparing for an influx of guests. My father's birthday always coincides with Father's Day (Lucky for me since then I only buy one present), and he's having a party with his friends. Awkward for me (because I hate the mingling), but it'll be nice for him, I suppose.
My relatives are also coming over, along with Baby cousin, which is always fun. There are a lot of them coming though, which would be nice...some of the elderly ones tend to ask me questions that aren't my most favorite to answer: "Why do you not have a boyfriend yet?" or "Have you gained weight?" But at this point, I'm used to it and dismiss it with y'know..age. It helps me get by.
2. I had the most trying day anyone has probably ever had visiting Canada's Wonderland yesterday. (That's the biggest amusement park up here in Canada. Meaning it's smaller, colder, and more polite. HEY OH.)
Basically my friend who took my friends and I, and got the tickets ended up spraining her ankle BADLY, the day before. We get there, realize that she can't walk, and thusly rent a wheelchair. Given that we weren't completely used to renting a wheelchair, maneuvering it was pretty hard. Particularly up hills, and with my one friend who didn't take direction very well, and almost sent the wheelchair careening down some stairs.
Then it started to rain--and I don't mean drizzle, I mean full on thunderstorm while we're at the park. We get soaked, spend $40 on rain ponchos for all of us (particularly the one in the wheelchair), and take shelter under this covered stadium thing, for almost 2 hours. Needless to say, even after it rained, the rides weren't all open for a long time because they had to do tests, and make sure the storm passed lest we be electrocuted by the riding on giant lightning rods.
We got free food (desert was ice cream that you couldn't eat), but after my friend returned to the car because she wanted to take a nap (we were escorted by a security guard that I may, or may not have found attractive, *ahem*), we took the wheelchair back (My friend said the "Guest services" guy was flirting with me--I didn't even realize. SUCH IS MY LIFE), I FINALLY Got to go on some rides.
Let me preface this now, by saying I am (pardon the gendered term) a pussy when it comes to riding theme park rides. I am afraid of heights, and that weird feeling your stomach gets when it goes down hills and stuff. Suffice it to say, Behemoth was not for me. I was made to ride this one roller coaster based on the Italian Job, and all I remember is screaming "I AM NOT HAVING FUN" at the top of my lungs.
I won a plushie at a booth, of those yellow minion things from Despicable Me (My face: 8DDD), dinner consisted of funnel cake (because we were all clearly gonna get sick anyways), and we made it home after spending like, 12 hours at the park.
Long, trying, but worth it in the end.
P.S. Saw a child wearing a Real Madrid jersey. I wanted to take a picture but I got side-eyed by all my friends so I didn't. Also it wasn't my camera, and they called me insane. So there's that.
My relatives are also coming over, along with Baby cousin, which is always fun. There are a lot of them coming though, which would be nice...some of the elderly ones tend to ask me questions that aren't my most favorite to answer: "Why do you not have a boyfriend yet?" or "Have you gained weight?" But at this point, I'm used to it and dismiss it with y'know..age. It helps me get by.
2. I had the most trying day anyone has probably ever had visiting Canada's Wonderland yesterday. (That's the biggest amusement park up here in Canada. Meaning it's smaller, colder, and more polite. HEY OH.)
Basically my friend who took my friends and I, and got the tickets ended up spraining her ankle BADLY, the day before. We get there, realize that she can't walk, and thusly rent a wheelchair. Given that we weren't completely used to renting a wheelchair, maneuvering it was pretty hard. Particularly up hills, and with my one friend who didn't take direction very well, and almost sent the wheelchair careening down some stairs.
Then it started to rain--and I don't mean drizzle, I mean full on thunderstorm while we're at the park. We get soaked, spend $40 on rain ponchos for all of us (particularly the one in the wheelchair), and take shelter under this covered stadium thing, for almost 2 hours. Needless to say, even after it rained, the rides weren't all open for a long time because they had to do tests, and make sure the storm passed lest we be electrocuted by the riding on giant lightning rods.
We got free food (desert was ice cream that you couldn't eat), but after my friend returned to the car because she wanted to take a nap (we were escorted by a security guard that I may, or may not have found attractive, *ahem*), we took the wheelchair back (My friend said the "Guest services" guy was flirting with me--I didn't even realize. SUCH IS MY LIFE), I FINALLY Got to go on some rides.
Let me preface this now, by saying I am (pardon the gendered term) a pussy when it comes to riding theme park rides. I am afraid of heights, and that weird feeling your stomach gets when it goes down hills and stuff. Suffice it to say, Behemoth was not for me. I was made to ride this one roller coaster based on the Italian Job, and all I remember is screaming "I AM NOT HAVING FUN" at the top of my lungs.
I won a plushie at a booth, of those yellow minion things from Despicable Me (My face: 8DDD), dinner consisted of funnel cake (because we were all clearly gonna get sick anyways), and we made it home after spending like, 12 hours at the park.
Long, trying, but worth it in the end.
P.S. Saw a child wearing a Real Madrid jersey. I wanted to take a picture but I got side-eyed by all my friends so I didn't. Also it wasn't my camera, and they called me insane. So there's that.