THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! ZOMG.

I really like roller coasters. They're the bomb diggity. I didn't always like them, though. It goes along with my fear of heights, I just could not stand that climb up the hill and the first drop. I would want to cry. Until 6th grade when I went to Busch Gardens, I had only gone on one roller coaster and it was this wimpy wooden one at Six Flags. I recently went to back to Six Flags with Boyfriend and riding that roller coaster felt like I was riding a kiddy-ride...so I'm honestly not sure what it was that was so traumatic the first time I rode it.

Boyfriend on the other hand was NOT a fan of roller coasters. He shut his eyes on the Superman. Then again, it is called the RIDE OF STEEL!!!! (exclamation points to extenuate its awesomeness) and Boyfriend is kind of a softie. He's all fluffy on the inside, like a cotton ball. He was in no way equipped to deal with the RIDE OF STEEL!!!! like I, a person who is pretty much made of pure steel, was.

Anyways, back to the 6th grade. Actually, the summer before 6th grade.

I went to Six Flags (Obviously I basically live at Six Flags) with two people who were my really good friends at the time. I refused to ride the roller coasters because I was a nub and I was still traumatized by my previous roller coaster experience (I think I was 8 when that happened or something). My friends totally didn't care that I was a wimp. I think that secretly they were wimps too.

Well, we found this one ride called the Shooting Star (or something like that) where you sit in this box and it just carries you around like a really fast ferris wheel. I think we rode it like 20 times, but I don't think they found it as cool as I did, I was geeking out the entire time and screaming and basically just having the time of my life. I rode the ride again recently...it was okay, but when I was 10 it was AWESOME.

Legit.

Later on, we played this game where you basically just squirt a target and someone always wins. So we played 3 times and we all got these cow things with really big eyes and heads. We thought they were super cool but they're actually really creepy. In fact, I still have mine. It's about 10 feet away on a shelf...staring at me with its creepy cow eyes...

Oh god I think it's going to eat me...

But before it became super creepy, it was the GREATEST THING EVER!

We brought them home and we went to my one friend's house to sleepover outside in a tent!

When I was little, sleeping in tents was so much cooler than sleeping inside in sleeping bags or whatever. Tents were adventurous. However, I never camped out in a tent at my house. My woods are too scary. I'd probably be killed in the night. Regardless, sleeping with friends in a tent was the coolest.

Oddly enough though, I've never wanted to go camping for real.

Whatever. We all chilled in a tent with our creepy cows and formed what we called "The Sisterhood of the Cow" which was pretty much a cult. I still have my cow, but I'm pretty sure my one friend's dog destroyed hers and I don't know what the other friend did with hers. 

But that day was the best day of my life. I know this because I recently read my diary from elementary school and under the entry from this day it says "THIS WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!" With a lot of exclamation points which either means I had a lot of sugar or I was super enthusiastic about that day.

Oh, and at that age, I had braces. This doesn't add anything to the story, I just thought it was an important thing to know.

So cool. I know. 

PS. Like 2 months later I went to Busch Gardens and became obsessed with roller coasters. If I had realized how cool they were sooner I probably could have saved my friends a lot of time that was wasted riding that stupid Shooting Star.

Goblin-creatures definitely frequent my neighborhood

I have alwaysalwaysalways been a scaredy-cat. I'm scared of the dark, scared of heights, scared of failure, scared of death, scared of chimpanzees, and most of all: scared of horror movies or any type of movie that includes a creepy person, creature, or situation.

When I was about 9 or 10, I watched the "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" with my next door neighbor. I was entranced by the violence. It was the greatest thing I had ever seen! My mom never let me watch anything that was PG-13 or that had massive amounts of violence, so I thought I was possibly the coolest kid in the world. My neighbor turned it on and promptly fell asleep. I sat there, hypnotized by the movie, for a very long time.

Eventually, a character came on that I was not too thrilled with: Gollum. He scared the bejeepers out of me. It was something about the combination of his voice and how he looked like he would be slimy. I didn't like slimy things, they freaked me out.

I probably wouldn't have been so scared if I didn't have to walk home in the dark after the movie. Past the woods...

The woods by my house are scary. They scared me when I was 10 and they still scare me now. There are creatures in there of unknown identity! Probably lions and tigers and bears!

Oh my.

But for real, my woods are scary. So I sprinted home.

Sprinting was always an issue for me since I'm an asthmatic. I always find myself feeling like I'm going to keel over and die any second.

So it was quite the task to run home from my neighbors house. Nevertheless, I succeeded! I ran home, ate some food, ran upstairs, climbed into bed, and turned off the light. Some hours later, I woke up for some reason. That's when I noticed that my closet door was wide open exposing the dark interior.

I became convinced that Gollum was in my closet. I immediately threw the sheets over my head and shut my eyes because of course, blankets and closed eyes are the best defense against possible closet goblin-things.

Unfortunately, I couldn't fall asleep. I slipped my arm out of the covers and blindly searched for my lamp switch. The room flooded with light and I quickly got out of bed and opened the door to my room. As I began my journey down the hall to my parents room, I happened to glance over the railing next to my room and glimpsed my front door. That's when I realized that Gollum was OBVIOUSLY outside my front door peering in at me from the windows that frame the door.

Terrified, I began to power walk to my parents room. I climbed in bed between them, waking my mom up.

Mom: What's wrong?

Me: Gollum is in my closet and then he went outside and was watching me.

Mom: Nicole, Gollum isn't real. He's just a character in a movie that you shouldn't have been watching.

To any parent that is considering telling their kid that monsters aren't real: DON'T DO IT. All it did was convince me that my parents didn't care whether or not I was eaten by goblin-creatures from Lord of the Rings.

Angry, I climbed out of bed and huffed down the hall. With my eyes shut of course.I got back in my bed and spent the rest of the night wide awake with the light on and a heavy book next to me in case Gollum decided to attack me regardless of the light being on.

Moral of the story: don't let your kids watch PG-13 movies. Actually, maybe just keep your kids away from all movies in general. Except for Milo and Otis. That was a quality movie.

Ukeleles and freckles are awesome

I don't want to sound mean, or bitchy in any way, but there are some people that I just cannot stand. And I don't mean individuals. I mean, if you could classify people, there would be entire categories of people that I don't like.

For example, I hate those people that ask wayyyy too many questions in class. Actually, I just hate people who ask too many questions in general. In class, they just waste time and take away from my learning. Actually, I don't really like learning, but I feel like people who ask too many questions are just forcing me to hear the same information over and over and over again. It's like getting a tooth drilled, but without novacaine. People who ask too many questions in general are probably just making up for a complete lack of social skills.
Don't ask me a billion questions just because you have nothing else to say. Exit the conversation. I don't like talking about myself or answering questions about what I ate for lunch three days ago. IT'S OBNOXIOUS!!!

I also hate those couples that are so couple-y that it's insane. Boyfriend and I are very close, but we're not ANNOYING. When we're with other people we're capable of not being obnoxious and overly lovey-dovey.

You know how some people look like their dogs? I swear some couples start to look like each other. And sound like each other. And basically just become each other...or at least some strange morph of the both of them...

It's horrible. Who wants to be like that? I feel that it is important to be able to distinguish one person from another. And besides, how can they decide which bathroomo to use?! Things could get awkward.

On a lighter note, there are people that I do like. I like ginger kids. It's said that they don't have souls yet they still seem to be consistently positive. I don't know how they do it! Their hair is freakishly colored and they have specks all over their body! It's awesome. Freckles are magical.

I also like people that play the ukelele. I've always thought they were the coolest instruments ever! I know someone that has a blue ukelele. He calls it a bluke. How awesome is that? SUPER AWESOME! YA-HOOTIE! And have you seen the video of that fat guy playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" on the ukelele? It's supah fly. I wanna be his best friend.

In fact, I just want to be best friends with anyone who plays the ukelele.

If you play the ukelele, please contact me so that I may befriend you.

Thanks, and have a great day. (:

I'm hungry.

This is my first post! Hooray!
I've always thought of myself as a decent story teller, so I decided to blog about it just so I can seem hip and "with it". Probably no one will ever read my blog, so I'm more than likely just wasting my genius on an unappreciative audience...

BUT THAT'S OKAY!

Anyways, as you can see from the title of this post...I'm really hungry. I've been asking to get food for over 2 hours and it's starting to get ridiculous.
You see, things happen to me when I get hungry. First of all, my stomach starts making these horribly loud rumbles. No, not just normal stomach rumbles...ferocious stomach rumbles.
It literally sounds like a vicious beast is about to burst out of my stomach. It's terrifying.

And the most embarrassing part is that EVERYONE HEARS. Even in a crowded room, my stomach rumbles are still noticeable. This is why I should not have to wait 2, now almost 3 hours for food!
Thankfully, I convinced everyone to order chinese food. Soon the beast in my belly will be put to rest.

I was thinking about it, and the beast probably looks something like this:

I'm pretty sure his name is Ted. And yes, he does breathe fire. That's what makes having the stomach rumblies so uncomfortable; the fact that he breathes fire, that is. Not because his name is more than likely Ted.
Anyways, Ted has led me to have an uncontrollable desire for Chinese food. Lo mein and boneless barbeque spareribs. The fact that I'm not yet eating said Chinese food is making me a sad panda.

I've adopted the phrase "sad panda" from the show South Park, but I've made it my own. Panda's are obviously always sad because all they can do is chew bamboo all day! What's the point of living in China if you can't eat the delicious chinese food that they cook there? I'd probably kill myself without lo mein.

See? I can't get my mind off food. I have a problem. When I'm hungry, my thoughts go something like this:

It's a problem. I know. If my boyfriend ever sees this post, he'll probably be somewhat offended.
Oh well.

HEY! Food is here. Time to tame the beast.