Yeah, ah, okay, went to Kennywood on Wednesday. Mike talked me into riding Thunderbolt and that was kind of a terrible, terrible, terrible idea because that coaster just tries to kick your ass the entire time you're riding it. I mean just about literally kick your ass. Fucker throws you around a hell of a lot. Now Mike and I know why they have the smaller riders enter first. He probably has bruises on his ribs. Oh, that and it made me sick because I have vertigo but decided that just this once it would be okay. Nope. Nope nope NOPE it was not okay. That was the first thing we did upon entering the park before taking a piss and it was a terrible decision. I also started to have a panic attack on the ride from being thrown up, down, and generally around, and I'm really surprised that I was able to breathe by the time I got off. So I sat in the shade for like 20 minutes while Mike was most likely really annoyed because I'm super unfun at amusement parks and shit since I get sick. Oh well
Then Jade texted me and was like "look out for a roaming pack of hippies" because her mom was wearing tie-dye and her dad was wearing a Grateful Dead t-shirt. It's like they walked right out of the 60's/70's. And it was pretty brilliant.
Jade kept trying to get me to go on coasters. I've told her I can't before (hell I've taken her to Kings Dominion) but I think she thinks I'm just afraid of them. I'm not afraid of coasters, I just don't want to get sick because it puts me out of commission for anything else that I would actually want to do during the day, as well as anything less intense that she'd want me to do. She tried talking me into going on The Phantom, but like hell was that going to happen. No. But, well, she did talk me into going on Jackrabbit. Which, okay, I can handle. It kind of felt like it was jumping on/off the tracks in some parts, but unlike Thunderbolt, Jackrabbit had a seatbelt too, instead of the little bumper thing that barely covers my knees. I'm not fat enough to fit in those seats and not be freaked out of flying out every time we go over a hill or a bump. I am 5'10/11" and 150 pounds. I AM NOT FAT ENOUGH TO RIDE THESE COASTERS APPARENTLY
And apparently there was a miscommunication between Jade and her mom because...well, her mom thought I was pregnant for some reason. At least that's what Jade told me. At least her mom was steered away from that idea by Jade? My initial reaction was like wow that's new I've never even had sex WOW surprise and then it went to how the fuck did this come up in conversation. Guys, hey, I know I have a little bit of a belly from not exercising because of torn tendons in my foot and everything but it's not that bad. At least I thought it wasn't. Fuck.
Anyway YEAH BACK TO KENNYWOOD Jade and her mom went on The Phantom and I had to hold her mom's glasses. Which is okay, I don't mind. But the wait was 45 minutes+ and it took them over an hour. Mike and I kind of stood under a tree in the shade while I died of heat stroke and drank about four and a half bottles of water. A lot of super-overweight people were taking up seats, and kicking kids out of them, which kind of pissed me off because I was like hey um you have a wheelchair can you just roll into shade somewhere instead of taking up the benches that are in the shade that other people/children might need because I honestly thought I was going to fall over. Eventually someone got up and I ran over and took the seat. I would've sat along the fence if there was somewhere to sit, but nope. ;_; Anyway yeah, I saw tons of little kids trying to get seats but this...ugh this is going to sound mean but oh well, a rather large, hambeast weeaboo girl kicked them out of their seats so she could have a place to sit. That shit is messed up.
Yeah, um. Jade and her mom got off the ride, I gave her mom her glasses back and we split up to get some stuff to eat. I wound up getting some chicken fingers and fries because it was the most food for the "cheapest" price. It was still $8 but who gives a fuck, I hadn't eaten at all that day before we left, and it was 3pm before we ate. I wanted to eat at The Potato Patch but there were so many people in line that I would have fallen over and died before I was able to order. Mike got a sub that was kind of shitty so I feel bad for him about that. Anyway Jade found us again and we sat for a while, she got something to eat so we sat even longer then we didn't know what to do so we wandered around.
We just kind of stood next to the fountains/the thing the log flume was in and hoped for large amounts of people to get on the ride for bigger splashes. We found the perfect spot - we wouldn't get drenched, but a ton of mist would just spray our way and it was fucking glorious because it was somewhere around 95 that day in the shade. And it's like that again today but fuck it because I want to go down to the town's festival and get some funnel cake and kettle corn and delicious foods. Anyway a huge, buff-looking black guy stood next to Jade and when the water flew into the air he braced himself while Jade and I were standing there like YEAH WATER YOU FUCKER BRING IT ONNNNNN WE'RE READY even though it was just mist. When he realized it was just mist he said "aww shit nigga now I look stupid" and I was like man you have no idea that was the most hilarious thing I'd seen all day because little kids were standing to the opposite side of him cheering on because the water was full-blast on them. And I'm talking about little 3 year olds.
There were sprinklers aimed off of the fences in random places throughout the park. Jade and I were looking for a bathroom since we both had to piss rather badly, and we found a sprinkler in front of a bathroom. There was a little girl with a gigantic spray bottle sitting in the spray. She ran up to Jade and started laughing and squirting her while Jade was like OH GOD SHE'S SQUIRTING ME NOOOOO HAHA OKAY NEVERMIND IT'S ADORABLE. I kind of backed away because I hate being squirt and I had my phone and everything in my pockets and I was kind of worried she would squirt it or something. Anyway she ran up to 6'7" Mike, squirted him, yelled "HA! I GOT YOU!" and then ran away to her dad and squirted him.
Anyway the bitching thing was for the fact that out of all the places I could have forgotten to put sunscreen on, I forgot to put it on my scalp. My fucking scalp. The place that's more open to the sun than my face. And now it's red, it hurts, and it's itchy and will probably peel and be really annoying within the next few days.
Back to the park. We wandered around some more and looked into the gift shops and everything. That's where Jade was like "oooh what's this" and picked up a "sexy cat girl outfit". It wasn't even like...on a rack, or away from little kids' reaches, or anything like that. It was just, well, laying in a crate with little animal hats and stuff. Welp. Someone's parents are bound to get a surprise at some point. We also found a giant plastic afro and a plastic Elvis hair thing which was beautiful. Some of the things in there I would have bought because they're so ridiculous but the fact everything was like $20 (yeah I know I shouldn't be surprised) for a fucking hat then hell no. A small thing of sour patch kids was like $3. Yeah no sorry. Maybe if I'm dying from not eating anything for eight hours, but then again I'd rather spend about three times the money for something that can be CLOSE to being considered an actual meal.
I did spend $3 on a lemonade, though. Not a bad choice though because that lemonade is so fucking delicious ugh.
It took us an hour forty-five minutes/two hours to get there. It was no problem getting there, there were like two exits we had to look for because 119 goes right from off my house right down to near Kennywood. But the way back, dear christ. It took us nearly three and a half hours to get back. Because they were doing road work and hadn't set up/taken down certain signs, so when the something-22 and 119 signs popped up, we were under the one on the left and supposedly had to be on the one in the middle. fuck you and fuck your signs. So we kind of went to Ebenborough/Ebensburg something or other and took another road straight home to get on 119. So again, fuck you and fuck your signs
That isn't the best part about getting home, though. Around 5:30 it started raining really goddamn hard. And I mean really goddamn hard. So hard that if you had soap with you, you wouldn't need an actual shower. It was getting really thunder-y and lightning-y so Mike and I wandered around looking for a place to hide from the rain because it was starting down super hard. Jade and her family were in the food carousel so we're like "let's go there" but it was so fucking packed because everyone apparently congregates there when it rains.
It kind of let off, and was just a sprinkle, so we wandered over to a stage area and sat down at a table there. Then it started to rain really hard again, and we decided fuck it, we'd just leave, because the storm wasn't about to just pass. The clouds were all a dark menacing gray, and the lightning was just two miles or so off, and was headed our direction. So it started raining harder on our way out of the park. Once we got to the front gate it was seriously pouring buckets and I took shelter along the edge of the bathroom to put my phone, wallet, keys, license, etc. into the backpack so shit wouldn't get ruined.
Mike asked if I wanted to wait a minute or so and see if it let off, or if I wanted to just make a go for the car (which was alllll the way on the other side of the lot, in the farthest space away from the park). I was like, shit, let's just go, because by the looks of things it wasn't going to stop pouring down anytime soon. So we left the park and got into the parking lot, and the rain started to get really fucking bad. Like...I was so drenched that my clothes couldn't absorb any more water, so the rain was just sliding off of me. The way I was walking was making my upper body nearly parallel to the ground because if I hadn't of, I wouldn't have been able to see where I was going. Mike at least has glasses so he didn't get hit in the eyes, but he kept having to use his hand to wipe the lenses to be able to see really clearly. I was holding his hand and wearing nonslip waiting/waitressing shoes and I was still slipping because there was an inch, two inches of flowing water down the slanted (sideways) parking lot.
Anywho we got to the car and Mike just flung his shirt off, threw it in the backseat and climbed into the driver's seat while I sat in the passenger's seat with a towel (that I'd stolen from the driver's seat. It was there from Mike working at a Proform and having powdered metal all over the seat so the towel was there to protect my pants/his pants from the metal dust) and dried off my hair. I then proceeded to take off my shirt and throw it in the backseat. Fuck it, I thought, there's no one else around and the water is making such a sheet of white and clear runny-ness that no one can see in anyway. I'm glad I brought a second shirt. Thing is, it was in the backpack. That I had been carrying through the rain.
And water had been pooling at the base of my back against the backpack, so that shirt had gotten wet splotches on it. I still whipped my shirt off, dried off and put the other shirt on, though, because hey, it's better than being completely drenched. My pants were completely drenched, too, and I almost took them off and just sat with a shirt on and a towel, but I probably would have gotten too cold from the car's AC hitting off of my wet body. So I left my pants on, took off my socks and shoes, and stuck my feet underneath the glove compartment back there where the heat comes from. Good lord that felt nice.
Well anyway, we were driving and Mike nearly had to pull over a couple of times because of how hard the rain was coming down. Then, you know, the sign thing and it took us three and a half hours to get home. We outran the storm, but it was still following us and eventually reached us last night. Sugar (cat) freaked out because he's terrified of thunder and lightning, poor baby. Sam just kind of chilled on the back porch completely soaked like "yeah I do this for a living". And as I type this, he's in Mike's computer chair next to me having a little bath and purring. How adorable.
Yeah we left around 6, and we got home at like 9:15-ish. My mom was really confused because I didn't tell her we were coming home then. But then she made some delicious BBQ chicken and mashed potatoes and ugh it's so delicious.
Now it's time for cat stories, this time featuring Sugar.
So, uh, my cats are completely different. In color (black and white), in temperament (one hates everything while the other either is scared of it or loves it to death), and in, well, weight (one's fat while the other is really skinny). Everything about that is normal, except for the last bit.
Sugar's been losing weight, which, you know, is good. Because he was overweight before and we put him and Sam on a diet. Thing is, he's been losing a bit...too much weight. We had no idea what was wrong with him. We thought it might be worms, but we didn't have any proof and we didn't want to spend the money at a vet for them to tell us they a) can't do anything if we don't have a worm from him or b) there's nothing wrong with him at all. But yesterday, he came inside and went underneath a barstool and I was like "aww you're such a cute little poop aren't you" and petting him when I saw something on his stomach. I moved his fur and it was this...worm...thing. And I was like "well that's disgusting" and then he started licking his belly and flung it onto my hand after which I flung it onto the towel he was on, yelled for my mom and washed my hands with Dawn and hot water for about eight minutes straight.
My mom was like "oh no he has worms where did the worm come from" and then put the worm in a baggy. This was at like 11 in the morning. She called the vet and an appointment was scheduled for eight. Mike and I had to take him in because my mom promised Jamie/her boyfriend that she would go over and hang out with him and help him with stuff at the festival since he runs a booth there sometimes.
So yeah this cutie:
He has roundworm. At least that's what the vet said it looked like. It was kind of hard to tell because it was all dried up after spending nine hours in a plastic bag.
In the vet's office, though, there was a really absolutely gorgeous pitbull. She was the dark chocolate color, with the marbled caramel and white in her fur and she was just so pretty ugh. She kept coming over to me and whining and rubbing her head against my leg and being adorable but her owner kept pulling her away even after I insisted she was fine. I love dogs. Dogs love me. Problem? I don't see one. But there was a boxer in there, too, and he was like OH GOD YOU'RE A PERSON I LOVE ME SOME PERSONS LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUU so while I was in line to tell them I was there with Sugar for 8, the dog was like LET ME LICK YOU OMG YES YES YES YES I LOVE YOU PERSON. He was so cute, lord.
There was a lady with a little pembroke corgi, too. Good gracious that dog was the most adorable dog I had ever seen in my life. She was just carrying him under my arm and he was like hey guys sup :3 and ugh. He was so soft, too. She sat him down and he waddled over to me and hid behind my legs and licked my leg a lot. So two free baths in two days. And he talked to Sugar, too. He was like roo? and Sugar was all miao? and so that was super fucking cute. The corgi shook his fur a little, and he kind of vibrated across the linoleum floor and ugh that dog is so cute. I loved him and he loved me.
Someone came in with a lab that had a gigantic, scab-looking thing all over the back of his head and neck and I felt so bad for him. Then all of the dogs proceeded to stare at me for fifteen minutes while whining and wagging their tails at me and trying to lick me.
Then there was an older guy there with his kitty and he told a story about how he has a yellow lab, and the cat will go over, give the lab a bath and lay down with and sleep with him and I was like well THAT IS FUCKING ADORABLE OKAY.
Then we were called back, we had to pull Sugar out of his carrier, give him a shot and some de-worming medicine, and he stuck a back claw into Mike's hand and just kind of...tore into him. He got me, too, but he didn't break the skin very much, if at all. It still hurt, though, because cat scratches. I felt bad for the little guy. The de-worming stuff is yellow, and he, well, he's white, and he was resisting so he was getting a bunch of yellow gunk all over his face. Poor babbu. So we have to give him another dose of the de-worming stuff next Thursday, then take in a stool sample in two weeks from now to see if there are any worms/eggs. Because he'll be pooping them out like crazy until then.
Anyway, until I find something else to complain about, I'll leave you guys alone. Because my IBS is kicking in for some reason? So I need to figure out what I ate that caused it to get my stomach into knots.
