Catching up on a botched child hood is hard, but not impossible. I used to go to the show every year, then in year five, we went to the Gold Coast, went to all the worlds and such...then mum just said that there is no point going to the show anymore because it is nothing compared to the worlds. Of coarse, being the little year five kid that I was, I believed her and we stopped going to the show. That is where my botched childhood begins, I have not been to to the show since year five, I am now in year twelve and I went to the show yesterday...all I can say is...it was the fucking greatest thing in the world... besides dancing of coarse.
It's almost weird talking to people about the show that have been to the show every year, people are like 'how are the new rides?' and of coarse I don't know which rides are new, I only went on two rides. I went on this ride called Breakdance or something which was fucking insanely awesome. It plays awesome dance music as it spins you to shit, so I went on that three times...yeah...three... Then I went on this Allabama ride or something, not sure what it was called but it was something Arabic like Safeer. Anyway, that one was okay, but it got kind of repetitive but still a rad ride. The ghost train was fucking awful, I don't know why we went on it, it like got stuck or something and yeah, there were two guys that jump out to scare you, the first one I screamed at him and said he was a dick after I shat my pants a little, and the second one I didn't even see jump out.
So I ended up spending, what...seven dollars a ride, three times on the Breakdance and then like one on the Arabalobama and then that ghost train...shit man, I spent fucking like thirty five dollars on rides... Then where did that other seventy five go...I bought an amazing laminated Transformers poster for fifteen, a sour showbag thing for six dollars but because I am awesome and I am acquainted with Laura behind the showbag thing she put a Wonka showbag in the sour one, which is a total value of eighteen dollars worth of showbags for six dollars, win! Then I bought what has to be the greatest purchase of the night, if not...my lifetime. A raver's hoodie with blue monkey's all over it, now when I go out to a party, I will look like a chav!
When it came to the fireworks, I was pumped, I mean... fireworks! The announcer really did make a big deal about how good they will be, and let's just say that they were just fireworks. I don't know what I was really expecting, but it really was not anything amazing, just fireworks. I am going again tonight with Chrisman so he can get his own chav hoodie, ever since I got mine it has been all I have been talking about, so naturally, Chris wants one. Plus, they are ten dollars, why wouldn't you get one, I mean, come on...chav!
Heinicke said that if I can write this whole blog without mentioning him he would be impressed, but I would feel like a bit of a dick if I did, and I am actually surprised I have made it this far without mentioning him. Andrew Heinicke is the reason that I went to the show and the reason that I went on the amazing Breakdance ride that didn't change my life, but it came close. Well, I lied, it didn't change my life in the slightest bit in any way but yeah, it was fucking rad. My botched childhood is over now, I am going to resume my life the way I am currently living it, awesome style, unlike a chav, but with a chav hoodie.
It's almost weird talking to people about the show that have been to the show every year, people are like 'how are the new rides?' and of coarse I don't know which rides are new, I only went on two rides. I went on this ride called Breakdance or something which was fucking insanely awesome. It plays awesome dance music as it spins you to shit, so I went on that three times...yeah...three... Then I went on this Allabama ride or something, not sure what it was called but it was something Arabic like Safeer. Anyway, that one was okay, but it got kind of repetitive but still a rad ride. The ghost train was fucking awful, I don't know why we went on it, it like got stuck or something and yeah, there were two guys that jump out to scare you, the first one I screamed at him and said he was a dick after I shat my pants a little, and the second one I didn't even see jump out.
So I ended up spending, what...seven dollars a ride, three times on the Breakdance and then like one on the Arabalobama and then that ghost train...shit man, I spent fucking like thirty five dollars on rides... Then where did that other seventy five go...I bought an amazing laminated Transformers poster for fifteen, a sour showbag thing for six dollars but because I am awesome and I am acquainted with Laura behind the showbag thing she put a Wonka showbag in the sour one, which is a total value of eighteen dollars worth of showbags for six dollars, win! Then I bought what has to be the greatest purchase of the night, if not...my lifetime. A raver's hoodie with blue monkey's all over it, now when I go out to a party, I will look like a chav!
When it came to the fireworks, I was pumped, I mean... fireworks! The announcer really did make a big deal about how good they will be, and let's just say that they were just fireworks. I don't know what I was really expecting, but it really was not anything amazing, just fireworks. I am going again tonight with Chrisman so he can get his own chav hoodie, ever since I got mine it has been all I have been talking about, so naturally, Chris wants one. Plus, they are ten dollars, why wouldn't you get one, I mean, come on...chav!
Heinicke said that if I can write this whole blog without mentioning him he would be impressed, but I would feel like a bit of a dick if I did, and I am actually surprised I have made it this far without mentioning him. Andrew Heinicke is the reason that I went to the show and the reason that I went on the amazing Breakdance ride that didn't change my life, but it came close. Well, I lied, it didn't change my life in the slightest bit in any way but yeah, it was fucking rad. My botched childhood is over now, I am going to resume my life the way I am currently living it, awesome style, unlike a chav, but with a chav hoodie.
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