Wooot, well, I'm back from Santa Cruz. I must have like a zillion bruises from riding the Giant Dipper like seven hundred times. and of course, when you're riding a rollercoaster, you have to be the craziest person there. not only did me and my lil sister start the high five tradition, and the classy, "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" scream, i opted for something different. i took off my right shoe and held it up in the air, whilst yelling, "FOR NARNIA!" the entire time. We even got a shot of me hitting my sister over the head with it. It was awesome. Of course, the park people got wind of what i was doing and tried to kick me out. but you can't keep me out of a park for shit, it's like trying to keep zack effron away from a musical. anyway, I'm ashamed to say that while i was in the haunted mansion, i punched somebody in the face. i'm sorry, but when it's THAT dark in there, and there is no end to the fog machines, everything looks like Jason fucking Voorhees. and that's scary shit. almost got kicked out again from standing on the spinny rollercoaster thing that makes you want to vomit after you get off. (i know i sure did)
on the creepier side, i realized i don't want to meet people that claim to be my deviantart fan over the internet. this really off looking girl (corkscrew glasses, pale face, pigtails, kind of looked like wednesday from the Adam's Family but not as cute) started following me around for an hour, and then asked me if i was CelestialDeth, the creator of IRISH. I know i should have said no. i KNEW i should have said no, but i said yes, and she started screaming all over the place, and then asked me if i can draw her in my style, and than if i could sign it. i ran like hell. note to self: NEVER POST AN ID OF MYSELF EVER AGAIN ON THE DA. she really scared me. i thought she was going to pull out a dog whistle, call for her cronies and kidnap me, tie me up in duck tape, stuff me in the trunk of her car, forced to live in her basement for seven months, before i wack her like that author Paulie from that one movie MISERY. Yeah, i know you're reading this, you weirdo you. You may not be listed on here, but I KNOW.
well, at least the vacation wasn't a total loss. i got me an original a nightmare on elm street poster. SQUEEE! and i'm sadly disappointed that no one was eaten by a shark while i was there. i was also disappointed that i met no vampires at santa cruz.
better luck next time i guess. ^_^

And i did see that cute guy again! We had s'fun! Wheeeeee!