awesome

So, I just got back from the BEST SUNDAY EVER. That's right. Better than yours, by far. What, you may ask, made my Sunday so wonderfully awesome and grand? Well, I'll tell you---I went to *drumroll please* Six Flags. The one by Chicago. 'Twas a school-sponsored thing; they hired one of those charter buses that is really a school bus with a sticker bearing the word "CHARTER" pasted over the word "SCHOOL" and hauled a load of us to Six Flags to go to Fright Fest. We paid $15 for transportation and admission, (beat that bitchez!!!) and I spent under $20 on food, making it the cheapest day at an amusement park in the history of the world. It was also 45 degrees, making it the coldest, but that also meant the lines were incredibly short.

And, *longer drumroll, if you please* I went on roller coasters. Here, I'll repeat that: I went on roller coasters. Please note the intentional use of the plural in that sentence. Not just one, but....yeah actually I lost count. And not wimpy ones either; the big ones. There was nothing I wouldn't do. It was grand. I almost bought a couple of the pictures just so people would believe I actually did 'em, but ten bucks a pop? No thanks. They weren't even that great of pictures. I don't remember the names of all of them, but I know I went on Raging Bull, American Eagle, Superman Ultimate Flight, The Viper (changed to Snakes on a Train for Fright Fest), The Demon, Iron Wolf (standing up, whoa), and the Batman one, among others. So I won't say I'm addicted yet, but I've certainly come a long way from Kim and Mia twisting my arm to go on The Beast over the summer at PKI. I was proud of myself.

'Course, now my back hurts, and I have a feeling more than that is going to hurt when I get up tomorrow (if I get up tomorrow), especially after that bus ride home, curled up and hunched over my bookbag, trying to sleep with my head banging against the window every five seconds, but it was definitely worth it. Great times.

Oh, and, I now have the most awesome hat hair in the history of the world. I wore my sweet knit hat from Stratford, and I'll just say this: when I put the hat on this morning, my hair was parted in the middle, and now the part is somewhere over my left ear. And of course, there are random bits sticking out everywhere. I would take a picture, but my $4 masterpiece-maker is out of film, so I won't. Ah well. I had an awesome day.