I should have known not to go.
I should have remembered that "guess what, Ireland? you don't have any friends going. you don't have any friends in that church and it was too late notice to bring someone from 'the outside' (aka someone not from our youth group)"
I should have told my mom to make my two little brothers stay home.
I shouldn't have done a lot of things, but I did.
I'm an idiot.
It all started on the trip there.
it's about a 9-10 hour drive to Sandusky in a charter bus.
10 hours filled with screaming children (my youth pastor's two kids), no comfortable way to sit to take a nap, a smelly bathroom, a portable DVD player thats battery only lasts 2 hours so I can't finish Lord of the Rings (so sad...), bad fast food (*COUGH* mcdonald's *COUGH*), annoyingly loud teenagers.....
I could go on.
we FINALLY arrive in Sandusky to discover that we'll be staying in a lovely
I really don't believe that first line. I mean, sure, the rooms seem clean; but for some reason they give me the distinct feeling that if I lay down on the bed I will be enveloped in a layer of invisible radioactive slime. no joke.
and the third one- they really shouldn't put 2 separate "perks" mushed together like that, some idiot is gonna be real upset when the internet for his laptop doesn't work from the bottom of the deep end...and he would probably win if he sued them. I mean, the evidence is right on their sign- false advertising.
a motel down the street has a sign that reads "free wifi breakfast". I don't even want to know what that means....
the only good thing about that first night was that we got to go to a local Cici's Pizza (if you don't know what that is.....for shame) where as soon as you walk in they yell "WELCOME TO CICI'S!!!!!!!!!" and they also shout out the different kinds of pizza you can get from the buffet as soon as they come out of the oven...
"MACARONI AND CHEESE PIZZA ON THE BUFFET! it's cheESY!!!"
or
"HAM AND CHEDDAR MAKES OUR BUFFET BETTER!"
so much more exciting than our Cici's back home.
the next day was pretty awesome of course. Cedar Point isn't called "America's Roller Coast" for nothing. they have like 16 roller coasters or something crazy amazing like that. but that is pretty obvious and there isn't anything extremely interesting about rubbing in your face how much fun I had that you didn't have.
except for that one roller coaster that broke down every time we got in line so we never actually got to ride it.....
17 seconds. 120 mph. 90 degrees up, 90 degrees down. I dare you not to be excited about this.
I decided to wear the shirt I bought at the park because it was pretty epic and it matched my stylin' plaid shorts perfectly.
That was a bad idea.
for the first couple of hours went pretty much as expected, but not quite as bad as the ride there.
we watched a movie, a chaperone passed us out some chocolate, some of the boys in the back we messing around- throwing trash at each other, laying in the aisles, and walking back and forth with a sleeping bag over their head....the usual amusing crap.
then I looked out the window to the right, and the day went downhill from there...
there was a green van, and it was rapidly approaching the side of our bus. and then it hit us, and scraped along our side right next to me.
we had to pull over for and sit for about half an hour while we waited for the cops to come, to collect all of our names, numbers and addresses (we were witnesses, yay); and then called our parents to inform them that we might be late getting home.
I was leaning forward in my seat trying to get a glimpse of the lady who hit us when the girl across the aisle says "Your chocolate exploded on your seat"
at first I was just really grateful she didn't automatically assume I pooped myself or something...
somehow I had sat on the hershey bar without realizing it (what the heck?), and made a mess of it on the seat.
I wiped it up and then sneakily asked one of my brothers if there was any chocolate on my pants.
he immediately burst out laughing- never a good sign.
I had chocolate all over the back of my shorts, and the bottom of my brand new shirt.
WHAT THE HECK?!
when we got to McDonald's (ugh) for lunch, I had to rely on 90's fashion and tie my jacket around my waist to hide the evidence. I looked like an absolute idiot the rest of the day for walking around in 90-something degree heat with a black jacket wrapped around me.
yeah. awesome.
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my 17th birthday was Sunday, two days after we got home from Ohio. I still haven't gotten my presents yet because my mom hasn't had time to wrap them (I don't understand the point of wrapping paper- you buy it, wrap stuff up all pretty, then they rip it off and throw it away. what a waste of time)
band camp for this year's Marching Band show started Monday, and that night me and some friends went to our Cici's for dinner and then saw A-Team (epically awesome movie- go watch it!) as a sort-of birthday party for me. I remember when birthday parties involved dumb games like Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey, paper hats, cake....but I'm a teenager, and we are way too cool for that junk now :)
my summer is officially over now that band has started, though. it was good while it lasted, I guess.
I'm actually a little excited for school this year...can't wait to be a senior and finally look down on all the peasants in ninth, tenth and eleventh grades....too bad for them :P
this is actually one of my longer posts, just trying to get you guys caught up on what I've been doing and why I haven't posted recently.
I imagine that one day when I'm famous this blog and all the awesome people (you) who followed me from the beginning will get to share in my triumph....and then I wake up.
dreams are of no use to me if they won't come true...
