reverse insomnia
i swear my bed could be classified as a class-A drug. i have a theory that it seeps some illicit substance into my skin over the night that puts me into this trance-like state where i just sleep and dream like i never ever do. i've slept about ten hours a night for the last few nights (although i could just be mentally/emotionally exhausted thus requiring significantly increased amounts of shut-eye).
anyway. oom left canberra yesterday, she's at the gold coast today and tomorrow. i'm so jealous. i loved dreamworld. the main thing i remember (or perhaps it's just scarred into my memories as one of the more traumatising events ever) is this time when laura, dad and myself went on the tower of terror. it's a fully-fledged 100 metre drop which is over in about 5-6 seconds. how long you're held at the top is, of course, random but it's long enough to ensure that you've fully gauged the situation (causing a minor heart attack for most people), you've had a chance to look down (causing another minor heart attack) and say goodbye to loved ones in the immediate vicinity (causing a great deal of sorrow... and another minor heart attack). Anyway... about time for the story, right? It's a short one hence to the padding above. We all reached the top and all reacted in different ways. Laura was hysterical. she had that look of terror in her eyes and was flailing about like a dog about to get an injection. Dad was looking statuesque. By that i mean he was solid like a statue. Laura's behaviour amplified his already extreme fear of heights and so he spoke out of the side of his mouth with his head tightly against the head-rest "SHUT UP! LAURA! SHUT UP!". I watched everyone else and laughed. I was probably more scared than anyone else there. I was laughing so hard merely to try and cover up the sheer terror i was experiencing. I still remember those few seconds and laugh cause it wasnt long after that that we were dropped. a few seconds later (6.5 according to the website) we were at the bottom. we couldnt really scream because the air had been forced out of our lungs. it was an amazing feeling. i highly reccomend it to anyone. especially those prone to heart attacks and/or petrified of heights.
anyway. oom left canberra yesterday, she's at the gold coast today and tomorrow. i'm so jealous. i loved dreamworld. the main thing i remember (or perhaps it's just scarred into my memories as one of the more traumatising events ever) is this time when laura, dad and myself went on the tower of terror. it's a fully-fledged 100 metre drop which is over in about 5-6 seconds. how long you're held at the top is, of course, random but it's long enough to ensure that you've fully gauged the situation (causing a minor heart attack for most people), you've had a chance to look down (causing another minor heart attack) and say goodbye to loved ones in the immediate vicinity (causing a great deal of sorrow... and another minor heart attack). Anyway... about time for the story, right? It's a short one hence to the padding above. We all reached the top and all reacted in different ways. Laura was hysterical. she had that look of terror in her eyes and was flailing about like a dog about to get an injection. Dad was looking statuesque. By that i mean he was solid like a statue. Laura's behaviour amplified his already extreme fear of heights and so he spoke out of the side of his mouth with his head tightly against the head-rest "SHUT UP! LAURA! SHUT UP!". I watched everyone else and laughed. I was probably more scared than anyone else there. I was laughing so hard merely to try and cover up the sheer terror i was experiencing. I still remember those few seconds and laugh cause it wasnt long after that that we were dropped. a few seconds later (6.5 according to the website) we were at the bottom. we couldnt really scream because the air had been forced out of our lungs. it was an amazing feeling. i highly reccomend it to anyone. especially those prone to heart attacks and/or petrified of heights.