Adrenaline

Why do I update this so much? I swear, my friends have given up mostly. Eh, I enjoy blogging.

So, recently, me and Angel went to a local park to swing on swings and sit in a tree. We could hear the sound of the fun fair situated just a short walk away from us, and got to talking about it. She wanted to go, and I said we'll go after we eat some food. It's Angel; I'm hardly going to not go.

So after some chicken and potato, we set off to the fun fair. We start the way anyone would, walk up and down to find the best places. I don't go to fun fairs often, as I am, to understate, fairly sparingly adrenaline driven. I go on rollercoasters less, but generally any ride that lifts me off of a stable floor terrifies me. I'm even acrophobic (scared of heights).

Angel is... not. She said to me to definitely go on the rides, and she'll be next to me the whole time incase I get too scared. I even lost to her at Pokemon, an event we had made a bet on. I was, in 3 different ways, inable to escape the upcoming rides.

The first one was really not scary to me, as it was just a lot of spinning. 4 seats on 3 arms, with the arms being rotated, rotating in the direction counter to the direction they were spun. Essentially, we were thrown across a badly made triangle at reallt fast speeds. Angel alerted me on the high speeds we'd be going in and warned me against puting my arm around her incase it got squashed. She later flew into me. My arm would be fine.

It wasn't scary to be waiting for. It wasn't scary to be on! Well, aside from the human thought that we souldn't be able to move so quick then stop, dodging the walls and other seats. Once I got used to the speed, I reverted to my silly nature. I boogied to music, I made jokes about adrenaline packed bouncy castles... I actually asked a random person at the side of the ride for food!

Regardless, I got off the ride feeling dizzy.

Then came the most scary ride. We were spun and tilted, so at one point we were side on from the ground at a scary height. I was seated on a yellow seat, with Angel on my right. We could see an orange seat right in front of us, which she used to make me feel better. I like orange.

It was... ok. I was petrified whenthe height came into effect, but I used motivation of nerdfightaria and Ze Frank to have my eyes open for at least 2 rotations. Angel was proud.

Then, there was what can only be described as extreme teacups. Alongside falling into fast rotations, people that worked for the ride spun us around as we moved. I made a flirtatious comment to one of the joknigly early on. He laughed, at least. Angel and I were soon separated by centrifugal force, and I was given 4 forms of the floor. It was really freking fast. Sir Isaac Newton spent ages slapping me, and I warily pushed my central region away from the safety bar.

I actually wailed like a banshee. The ride that scared me most didn't make me scream like the extreme teacups did. While taking her home, I was still recalibrating my face.

Then came the carousel. I jokingly said it would be the most adrenaline packed one yet, and so we silly got on it. I want my pound back.

Dodgems. Not much to say. I put my seatbelt on wrong to start, and drove it like Wash from Firefly. At one point, I even thought of how to do a Crazy Ivan.

So all in all, Angel got me back to the funfair to have a damn good time. I love her to bits for scaring me to death. Not every day you can say that!!!

So, this girl...

Prepare for the gushy. Are you prepared? Good.

So, just to let you know, I was inspired, and even told, to write this blog about my girlfriend who you should know as the most AMAZING GIRL THAT EVER EXISTED. If you don't, then you shall call her Angel. Her name isn't Angel, but my friend who writes a blog I am not ripping off isn't called Turnip. Just roll with it.

I met here three years two months (thank you Angel) and six days before this blog was posted at a performing school that went on during Saturdays. I was... a bit of a loner. Says something about how much of a loner I was that I am now more social and am writing a blog.

I was sitting perfectly still, thinking some thoughts I do not know if I thought since. Then, she came over to me to talk. We became friends. I think we mainly talked about doctor who. She can correct me if she likes.

She fancied me back then (don't ask me, I don't know why either) and apparently smiled during a performance when she got to look at me. She was annoyed when I didn't look back. She was more annoyed when I forgot her name after knowing her for 6 weeks. Never forgot that since...

At some point, she tricked me into going on a swimming/KFC date (we did one then the other, although both at once would be interesting...) and we learned more about each other.

A long time passed, and she was starting to think 'hey, this isn't actually going to happen, is it?'. Ironically, I had a dream about the same time where I only just caught the ending where she batted her eyes at me whilst wearing a beautiful dress. The image is fading, but the thought that followed will always sound loud and clear in my head, as it has sounded many times since and will sound many times in the future: Wow... She is beautiful.

Half a year later (January 6th 2010) we were talking. My best friend, who I don't have a title for, told her about the dream and she was trying to get me to tell her over an instant messenger which pretty much any british teen could tell you of. She used a question exchange method (oddly, the main way we get things done) which let me ask questions back, such as how she feels about me. I told her, and got to ask her out.

6 weeks later, she broke up with me and went out with my best mate from before for 3 months starting the few days following. He's gay now, and me and her kissed (for the first time, 23rd May 2010) two days after they broke up.

We all had our reasons, and a few 'readers' have done worse. Let's move on.

She is a truly amazing girl. She's amazingly caring to the point she felt guilty that she couldn't protect people in Japan. She's got beautiful brown hair with a soft curl depending on whether she straightened or not, and blue eyes like a turquoise sewing pattern linking two rings, one in the middle of the other.

Name one other person who would sit on a sofa using a combination of psychoanalysis and knowledge of Pokemon to deduce whether someone 'caught' all three starter Pokemon on Emerald. If you can, please state if they are of the opposite gender and absolutely stunning.

I could honestly live the rest of my life with that girl. Forever...

Angel, don't deny it! This is all true!