Fun and Failurific

So, I pretty much rested all of yesterday so I could not be tired at Six Flags GT night. That idea worked but only for a while.



I had a TON of fun (and YES, I know I look retarded) and managed not to spend an assload of money (although $3.50 for a Powerade was a little painful...). Rode just about everything. I got on the Ninja for the first time in YEARS...I used to be afraid of that damn coaster after the first time I rode it because it has the capabilities of giving you a serious headache, but I took the advice of my beautiful riding partner and kept my head back and managed only to make my ears sting a little bit. Good job. Rode Goliath for the first time and I have to say it was worth the wait in line...pretty fun. It can't beat the Superman yet, but it's pretty good since it goes high as hell and around almost the whole damn park. Got to ride Batman twice although the second time involved an ENTIRE row of what seemed like remedial students as not a SINGLE ONE of them could get out of the damn seats. Took em like 2 min. I think that was my IMofD for yesterday. Saw a few people I knew but not a whole lot and felt really good when I was informed that I made my guy feel really special by taking him to a GT event. I guess I hadn't thought of it the way he did and it was a good feeling.

Today was spent recuperating from yesterday. Woke up around 2 and actually got up around 5 to make a burrito trip to Moe's. Mmmm.

Interesting Moment of the Day #1:
So we're at Moe's and I see this lady and I find myself looking at her hair a lot for some reason. After a while I figure out what the deal is. Now, I'm no expert, but I coulda SWORN the whole idea for all of those people out there who employ the use of hairpieces, ponytails, buns, extensions, weaves, etc...was to blend the extra stuff in and make it possibly look like it was naturally grown. Now, with this assumption in mind, I find it a bit odd to try and match your red and dark brown hair with a dark and light brown hairpiece. Maybe its just me.

After Moe's we head to Target because, well, its there and I had a $5 gift card from buying Brita pitcher filters. Get some Red Bull, granola bars and a nice new shiny Covergirl Amazemint lipgloss (I'm only plugging the hell outta the product cuz its cool); I know nice shopping list, eh? Well, during the trip I discover that I'd yet to recover from yesterday as my right knee locked up and had to be popped back into commission (pop, lock and drop it?) so I could walk around the rest of Target in pain. Yippee. We leave and I pull an infamous u-turn over the median like the rest of the impatient people who visit the horribly road-planned Camp Creek Marketplace and proceed home. I am reminded that we have no more vodka to accompany the newly purchased Red Bull. Great. Now I proceed to drive down Cascade to find a better package store than the last one we'd visited late one night in search of Tequila (and paid $30 for a fifth of Pepe Lopez) and end up coming ip with a buncha nothing. So I drive all the way to Lee st and turn down Campbellton to go to the nice little drive through spot near Greenbriar mall.

Interesting Moment of the Day #2:
So, there's this guy in the parking lot. On a bike. Riding...back and forth. Coupla figure eights. A few circles. In the liquor store parking lot. So the beau remarks "This is the one spot in Atlanta you'll find a nigga training for the Tour de France in a parking lot." Hilariousity ensued.

We go into the store, grab the Three Olives we traveled there for (oh and the Pepe Lopez fifth here is like $12) and proceed to the counter.

Interesting Moment of the Day #3:
So, not only is there a line, but in said line are like 4 guys trying to all put in for ONE bottle of liquor. Not a lotto ticket. Not a bag of weed. ONE bottle of liquor. Not only that, but THEY ASK FOR A DISCOUNT (still not the best part)! So the guy behind the counter says "Aww, you know we don't do discounts today. Only on Sunday." *pausing for comedic effect* The guy says this about THREE times for the FOUR guys buying ONE bottle of liquor to get the damn joke. I'm thinking that one bottle may be too much for them.

So we finally get up to the counter and I get rung up and the guy says "You get the discount since you didn't ask for it" and I'm like wow I didn't know liquor stores even had them. I get a coupon I can use 5 times and get 7% off the purchase. Not much but cool beans. The last time I got anything discounted from a liquor store was the two free little bottles I got for my first "oh yaay I'm 21 now" birthday purchase.

Come home, add all of my books to the bookshelf that was built for me (thanks, babe!), spend some time skimming through so of the Left Behind books I have (need to get some more, these books were good), do some internet surfing, watch episodes 2-4 of 90210 that I missed and here we are. One thing that got me down though was looking at some of my family members' myspace pages. You would think I would be happy (I mean I AM happy for them) but I ended up feeling a bit of failure when I saw all of the things my cousins are doing. Being artists and college grads, and general healthily-functioning people. I guess it just sucks when I think about the fact that I should have graduated a LONG time ago and that so many people on that one side did that and are out there living their real adults lives and that on this other side of the family I was supposed to be that one who did so. The only one. I feel behind and completely like FAIL. I also think that when I see how well my friends are doing as well. Its like, they all did it and I keep surrounding myself with these successful people, why the hell can't I? Then I go back to the way I felt in high school and remember that I didn't give a shit who did better or worse than me. What mattered is that I did...something. I did it for me. So I'll keep doing it for me. At my pace. When I feel like it. I guess it just gets hard sometimes because this is a REALLY competitive society and being compared to others is normal. Ahh whatever. I'm doing me. Its not like I ever claimed to be a normal, healthily-functioning human anyways.

I want another tattoo BAAAAAAAAD.

Its a good 4am now and I think I'm gonna go have myself a drink. We'll see.

G'night.