We're All On The Same Roller Coaster, Just In Different Seats.

As promised, I am sitting here at my computer, attempting to write a blog that isn't angry and bitter, per usual. Already I'm starting to sense that this is going to be like cotton candy; light, airy, yet not at all filling. Hopefully that won't be the case.
You know that feeling where you're on the verge of peeing your pants? Hopefully you do, because this is how I spent my Saturday night. On Saturday morning, I dragged myself out of bed, threw some clothes on, and trudged to my PSATs. Can you say EPIC FAIL? Because then, you'll have my scores.
I got home, threw clothes into a bag, and then headed off to Six Flags with Uncle Rob and Kelly. After spending an hour or so in the car, we finally got there. Now, when I say that it was cold, I'm not kidding. I'm currently kicking myself for not bringing my winter coat. We walked (or shall I say waddled? We were pretty bundled.)around, rode a ride, and then waited an hour and a half in line for ONE ride. Longest wait of my entire life for thirty or so seconds of shivering and being thrown around in a warm plastic seat. Which, frankly, skeeved me out a little. It was freezing outside. I'm not sure I want to know why that seat was so warm. Anyway. . . Going into my first actual Haunted House was pretty nervewracking. I was probably more terrified of peeing my pants than I was of the actual house. Untill we went in and realized that it was garbage, that is. Basically picture rubbery limbs, glow-in-the-dark paint, and underpaid young adults in ridiculous layers of makeup, screaming and jumping out at you. Not to say that I didn't scream or anything. Because I did, seeing as I am a total scaredy cat. Then, we made our way over to the *scary sound affects and spooky spirit fingers* Wicked Woods *dun dun dun*. To be completely honest, it was pretty scary. I thought Karleigh was going to cry for a minute in the begining. Thankfully she didn't. After it was over, however, it left you with one of those unsatisfied feelings. One where you definately thought there was going to be a lot more to it, so then you were paranoid that it wasn't over, and that any minute, someone was going to grab your ankles, or attack you with a chain saw. Or maybe it was just me. . .
Now, if you've ever been on a roller coaster, you know about that sinking, empty, Oh, my God I'm going to fly out of this and land on the ground in a giant splat feeling. Well multiply that by one thousand, and shake rapidly to get Superman. Eighty miles an hour + Freezing cold + Pitch darkness = Insanity. And me screaming at the top of my lungs. Whichever you prefer. I would like everyone to please note that while I was screaming so loud that they could most likely hear me in China, Karleigh sat stone faced. She made me feel like a complete idiot. But I suppose that's okay. Because isn't that what it's all about anyway? Waiting in line for hours, screaming your head off and embarrassing yourself, and then wanting to get in line and do it all again.
Hmm. Well now here I am again. At then end of another blog post with nothing to say. So I guess I'll just say . . .
At least nobody piddled!