GOT MY BRACES OFF. Dropped off my sister, then FINALLY GOT MY BRACES OFF.
Had an Asian guy with a very frustrated tone cut off my braces with a miniature pipe cutter thing, which kind of hurt. Then, lady doctor took a PNEUMATIC DRILL TO MY TEETH. They made me wear these glasses and when they drilled out the glue, I could smell smoke and saw plumes of particles from my mouth. It also hurt.
Then, they took a bunch of pictures of my teeth and face and made me feel like a convict. X-ray which gave me brain cancer, and they wedged two bits of plastic into my gums called "retainers."
Thank god, I finally got them off. Feels so strange to feel my teeth again instead of cubes of metal and wires. This retainer's gonna take some time getting used to though. I'm probably gonna have a funny voice for a bit. C's and S's are kind of difficult to pronounce right.
I'm gonna thound like a nerd, guyth! Oh thweet irony, I acthually withed that I would have a nerdy acthent a few dayth ago. But I wanted to conthrol thith thing, not be thuck with it forever.
Ah well. I'll get used to it. And wow, writing in a way that mimicks my voice is pretty difficult.
Same day, 10:51 AM PDT
Awwwww yeah, on my way to the fair. Parents let me go after all, which was pretty awesome. Party van, baby!
Tired as hell though, only running on five hours of sleep. Probably gonna fall asleep sometime on the fair.
Same day, 4:06 PM PDT
Didn't fall asleep like I said I would. Holy crap, was today fun.
Everything was awesome, everything. The drive in Kayla's party van was pretty cool even though I half fell asleep. It mostly consisted of camwhoring and me calling Christina fat and her plotting her revenge later. *psst, this revenge thing's gonna pop up frequently later, so you might want to write it down or something so you can remember it*
Upon arrival, we had to wait at this long line to get into the fair. It wasn't really a line, more like a mob of people all walking to the same place, but I guess there was some form of order. So when these teenagers tried to walk past everyone by taking the empty spaces, she yells "Okay, so what makes you guys think you can just walk past all of us in line, huh?" And I can tell she was genuinely angry. I felt the embarrassment on the kids' faces when they walked back and awkwardly stood next to us.
That's why it felt satisfying to hear the attendant say "This was no line, fill in all the empty spaces you can." That's right, mean old lady screaming at kids, I'm rubbing it in your face.
Oh, and we found Mario too.
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| Quite accurate, is it not? |
Then, we went straight to the rides. Rode the Crazy Mouse or something, which hurt A LOT because of all the sharp turns it made and the fact that I sat alone in a ride designed for two people. The seats weren't exactly grippy, so every time it turned, I'd slam into one side. It hurt.
Then we rode the Magnum, which had a pretty... racy design.
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| I mean, I guess... |
This one was pretty fun too. It spins and those little cars can spin and flip independently and THEY DO IT FREQUENTLY. When I rode with Brandon, it did a backflip twice in succession and I could see my necklace thing hang in front of my eyes like gravity had turned off. Maybe hang is a bad way to describe it, it more or less floated in front of my face.
Quite elegant.
Then we rode Storm, just like last year, and all of our chests hurt from the intense centrifugal force the ride created. I stuck my arms and legs out and they swung like ragdolls limbs, which felt pretty awesome. Tilt a Whirl, and all of us sat in one side of the machine which made it SPIN LIKE CRAZY. It was pretty ridiculous.
After about an hour, two hours of this, we decided to find some food. Which, by default, meant Chicken Charlie's.
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| If I could find one picture to sum up America, it would probably be this. But with an eagle and dead terrorists in the background. |
We didn't try anything too crazy though. The new Sloppy Joes look absolutely disgusting, so we opted just for chicken strips, fries, and ribs instead. I'd say it hit the spot, but it really, really didn't.
Then we went to the animal exhibition area. SO MANY ADORABLE ANIMALS, LIKE RABBITS AND PIGS AND COWS AND GOATS. ALL SO CUTE. JESUS.
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| IT LOOKS LIKE AN EWOK. Sort of. |
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| LOOK AT THAT NECK. |
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| SQUEE. |
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| DAT HAIR. |
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| "I don't really feel like doing anything today." |
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| Freshly shaved alpacas look ridiculously funny. |
They had a section for kids' art too.
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| Truer words have never been uttered in human history. |
After this, we kind of just roamed everywhere.
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| Found this ugly thing. It was standing next to this doll stuck in the rails. (Christina, don't hurt me please, I'm kidding) |
She punched me frequently for making fun of her, but I think it was pretty worth it.
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| Hand carved dinosaur statues, aww yeah. |
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| Dogs playing poker. What more could you need? |
Soon, we headed out, but not before Kayla's grandpa decides to buy this GIGANTIC TELESCOPIC AMERICAN FLAG POLE. Didn't get it by itself in any pictures, but because of its sheer size, it of course snuck its way into a few shots.
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| Like this one. Also, the exit. |
One last photo before we leave...
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| I'm not sure if the sun was just bright or if I blinked in this photo. Same thing for Brandon. |
And we got on Kayla's car and left. Got dropped off and immediately passed out on my bed, tired as hell.
Same day, 9:52 PM PDT
Woke up about an hour ago. Not planning on doing much for the rest of the night, probably going to work on the movie script/figuring out more of my camera's functions.
Oh, and I brought my Pokéwalker to the Del Mar Fair. Look at the step count.
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| I swear it was this, but tenfold because my legs were ready to give out by the time I got home. Also, yes, Wooper's my favorite Pokémon. |
RFotD: The San Diego County Fair brings in approximately 50,000 people each day that it is open. Last year, it reached a record attendance of 1,517,508 guests. For comparison, San Diego's Comic Con only averages 120,000 guests annually.
SGAT: None really. Did get to hang out with friends though.
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