Bittersweet is a word that comes to mind.
Went to Canobie as a guest again yesterday but with Caley, Alex, Brian, Molly and Danielle.
Actually... I should be starting the story at Sunday, and since no one reads this, it shouldn't matter where I start or what I even type, because I will get a total of ZERO comments, and if you are reading this now, I congradulate you.
For some reason I'm in a "story-telling" mood.
...and a "grammatically correct" mood.
So, now we're set. Sunday, I worked from twelve to six. I worked at the... I forget... Um... OH! The Starblaster. I worked with Nicole... I think. Okay, it really doesn't matter that much who I worked with specifically, since nothing overly exciting actually happened while I was on-duty. As usual, a Wendy's party trip (because we're just. that. cool.) was is the making and I really wanted to go. Not only did I want to party, I also wanted to spend a bit more time with Alan; to hang out and to also set up plans for Saturday.
The minor inconvenience of working in Salem, is that parties are also held in Salem. This was a minor inconvenience until gas prices skyrocketed and now it's a major inconvenience. The reason I could not, say, just go out after work, is because of my age. Being under 18, I am not allowed (legally) to work a full day, otherwise they would be working me into the ground like they do with everyone 18 or older. So, when I work from four to ten, the question of going out is easily answered, but, on the other hand, when I work twelve to 6, this tends to get in the way. Why, you ask? Well, because the kids that all decide on the "hangouts" at Wendy's are all 18. Making them eligible to work a full day and get out at 10. I could go home, but when you live 35 minutes away, and drive a car that needs premium gas, going back over there once I'm home is quite... stupid.
I told you that bit so I can continue this bit. As I mentioned before, I'm in a "story-telling" mood, and quite frankly, I don't think anyone right now is reading this, and if they are, Godspeed. Anyone out there may want to take a bathroom break right about now, as I haven't even begun to talk about the good stuff.
By matter of coincidence, or perhaps fate, Nicole tells me that she has a free pass to get into the park. Her idea (which is borderline on brilliance) is to have me use the pass to come back into the park as a guest and pretty much hang around until 10. I did in fact accept the offer, and went out to the car to call Mom. After I got the "OK" to stay, I went off in search of school supplies.
There's a Staples right down the street from Canobie that I had been planning on stopping in to get a few notebooks and maybe a pencil. Low and behold, it's a Sunday, and for some FLI!@$!$ reason, they close at 6 on Sundays. Imagine that, people would actually want to shop after 6 on a Sunday. What a funny idea. So, I get back in the perfectly parked car, and drive onward to Canobie.
The lady at the ticket window sees that I turned my uniform shirt inside out so as not to be yelled at by anyone (*cough* Ryan *cough*). I get my purple hand stamp and wander on inside, pretty much heading straight for the Starblaster. This part is a bit fuzzy to me. I can't remember if it was Alan working outside, or Nicole, or Angela. I'm thinking it was Angela who was on the ground and Alan was in the booth. The minor details really don't matter, I'm just trying to lose any readers I might have once had by writing way too much.
I stop in at the Starblaster and talk to whoever is on the ground (Angela?), then mosy on over to see where Mike is. He got stuck in Vertigo, so I hang out with him and he shows me how the whole thing works. Which isn't exactly exciting, it's just a movie reel in a little box above the audience. It's actually quite boring. Now I can completely understand why he calls everyone when he's working that ride: it's pretty lame. I spend some time with him, mainly to just sit down somewhere after being on my feet all day. After he showed the movie, he put his headphones on the microphone and the whole Vertigo theater wa blasting with what sounded like System of a Down. It was like a rave with two people no strobe lights...Okay, it wasn't really, but it was neat.
After my rendezvous avec Mike, I went back over to the Starblaster and I think Alan and Angela switched places... I really don't remember, and again, it really doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I pretty much hung out there for almost the whole day. I got an Italian Ice and was eating that and holding the EXIT gate for most of the day. At some point during the day, Mike came along. Now, earlier, when I had visited him the first time, he had told me that Alan had bought the sweatshirt he was wearing so that if I said I was cold, he could offer it to me (a few nights earlier I was cold and Mike lent me his sweatshirt). It is extremely coincidental that the day after Mike lends me his, that Alan buys a new one like it, but I can't say any of it's true, I mean, come on.
Since this entry is so long... I shall need to continue it at a later date.
That and I need to finish my homework.
Part II soon to come...
Actually... I should be starting the story at Sunday, and since no one reads this, it shouldn't matter where I start or what I even type, because I will get a total of ZERO comments, and if you are reading this now, I congradulate you.
For some reason I'm in a "story-telling" mood.
...and a "grammatically correct" mood.
So, now we're set. Sunday, I worked from twelve to six. I worked at the... I forget... Um... OH! The Starblaster. I worked with Nicole... I think. Okay, it really doesn't matter that much who I worked with specifically, since nothing overly exciting actually happened while I was on-duty. As usual, a Wendy's party trip (because we're just. that. cool.) was is the making and I really wanted to go. Not only did I want to party, I also wanted to spend a bit more time with Alan; to hang out and to also set up plans for Saturday.
The minor inconvenience of working in Salem, is that parties are also held in Salem. This was a minor inconvenience until gas prices skyrocketed and now it's a major inconvenience. The reason I could not, say, just go out after work, is because of my age. Being under 18, I am not allowed (legally) to work a full day, otherwise they would be working me into the ground like they do with everyone 18 or older. So, when I work from four to ten, the question of going out is easily answered, but, on the other hand, when I work twelve to 6, this tends to get in the way. Why, you ask? Well, because the kids that all decide on the "hangouts" at Wendy's are all 18. Making them eligible to work a full day and get out at 10. I could go home, but when you live 35 minutes away, and drive a car that needs premium gas, going back over there once I'm home is quite... stupid.
I told you that bit so I can continue this bit. As I mentioned before, I'm in a "story-telling" mood, and quite frankly, I don't think anyone right now is reading this, and if they are, Godspeed. Anyone out there may want to take a bathroom break right about now, as I haven't even begun to talk about the good stuff.
By matter of coincidence, or perhaps fate, Nicole tells me that she has a free pass to get into the park. Her idea (which is borderline on brilliance) is to have me use the pass to come back into the park as a guest and pretty much hang around until 10. I did in fact accept the offer, and went out to the car to call Mom. After I got the "OK" to stay, I went off in search of school supplies.
There's a Staples right down the street from Canobie that I had been planning on stopping in to get a few notebooks and maybe a pencil. Low and behold, it's a Sunday, and for some FLI!@$!$ reason, they close at 6 on Sundays. Imagine that, people would actually want to shop after 6 on a Sunday. What a funny idea. So, I get back in the perfectly parked car, and drive onward to Canobie.
The lady at the ticket window sees that I turned my uniform shirt inside out so as not to be yelled at by anyone (*cough* Ryan *cough*). I get my purple hand stamp and wander on inside, pretty much heading straight for the Starblaster. This part is a bit fuzzy to me. I can't remember if it was Alan working outside, or Nicole, or Angela. I'm thinking it was Angela who was on the ground and Alan was in the booth. The minor details really don't matter, I'm just trying to lose any readers I might have once had by writing way too much.
I stop in at the Starblaster and talk to whoever is on the ground (Angela?), then mosy on over to see where Mike is. He got stuck in Vertigo, so I hang out with him and he shows me how the whole thing works. Which isn't exactly exciting, it's just a movie reel in a little box above the audience. It's actually quite boring. Now I can completely understand why he calls everyone when he's working that ride: it's pretty lame. I spend some time with him, mainly to just sit down somewhere after being on my feet all day. After he showed the movie, he put his headphones on the microphone and the whole Vertigo theater wa blasting with what sounded like System of a Down. It was like a rave with two people no strobe lights...Okay, it wasn't really, but it was neat.
After my rendezvous avec Mike, I went back over to the Starblaster and I think Alan and Angela switched places... I really don't remember, and again, it really doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I pretty much hung out there for almost the whole day. I got an Italian Ice and was eating that and holding the EXIT gate for most of the day. At some point during the day, Mike came along. Now, earlier, when I had visited him the first time, he had told me that Alan had bought the sweatshirt he was wearing so that if I said I was cold, he could offer it to me (a few nights earlier I was cold and Mike lent me his sweatshirt). It is extremely coincidental that the day after Mike lends me his, that Alan buys a new one like it, but I can't say any of it's true, I mean, come on.
Since this entry is so long... I shall need to continue it at a later date.
That and I need to finish my homework.
Part II soon to come...