I'm back from my trip to Kentucky, and man, what I story I have to tell you!!

First off, Kentucky Kingdom.

Everything I heard about that place was true. The crowds were awful, the lines were too long, and the employees were rude as well as unhelpful for most of the roller coasters if not annoying. But I still had a good time. Notice how I didn't say great. Here is what we did. To get used to the feeling of being shook all over the place as well as being put through some G-froces, we did what the guests to in RollerCoaster Tycoon and went one some small rides first. The first one was straight out of the RCT game, the Enterprise. Let me tell you something about that. It made me dizzy to no ends. I nearly got sick on that ride. The second one we hit up was a motion theater. That sucked so bad it was laughable. It makes me wonder about the people managing the place as well as the ride makers. After that, we hit up our first roller coaster, The Twisted Twins. It's a dueling wooden roller coaster for all those keeping track. We went on both sides. If you go to the left side, you'll end up getting some hard lateral G-forces. On the right side, you get alot of negative and positive G's. The thing is though, we decided to ride in the tail car when we went to the right side. Boy, was that a mistake. After we peeked the first hill after the drop, it felt like the back of the train was lifting! I thought all coasters had three wheels on them for safety?! We also ended up skidding to a stop, which scared a few people that noticed it. I was too busy checking lower torso to make sure that the lap bar restrained didn't crush my legs during those positive G's. We rested for a while and recovered our barings in the shade. Then it was off to Chang, the star coaster in Kentucky Kingdom. The wait was 50 minutes long! 50 MINUTES!! During the first part of the waiting area, my sister started to get so scared that she was crying like someone had died. This caused me and her boyfriend to just get really concerned. We told her that she can always change her mind and we could just leave. She was a trooper and wanted to go through with this. She cried again when she was finally strapped into the ride vehicels. The next group waiting to go asked if she was okay just before we left the loading station. After that, there was no turning back. We survived the ride, but we were all badly banged. I almost lost my glasses riding it. On top of that, the G's in that ride weren't my friend. Every time we hit an area of positive G-force, my head was shot forward. No matter how hard I tryed to pull it back, it was impossible! Talk about backwards, huh? If you don't believe me, I have prove of this in my on-ride photo. I may post that up later if I decide to scan it. I look stupid, though. The funny thing is, unlike the ride photos at Disney, you can't see my sister. She just barely made the hieght requirements. Her head is blocked by the row of seats in front of us. Still, I ended up buying an on-ride photo against my better judgement. Hey, I never had one before and compared to some of the prices for the ones at Disney, this was relitively cheap.... both in price and in what I got. All it was was a glossy digital print of the picture. At least all the on-ride pictures I've seen of the Disney rides look like actual photos. After that, we ate dinner. Better to eat after than before. My sister then wanted to go on the Merry-Go-Round with her boyfriend. We were given the option to sit this one out, but since she was able to handle Chang against all her fears, we decided to endure the embarrassment of having to sit on an oversize wooden roster. On our way out, we went on those vintage cars you see that you can't drive off the track no matter how hard you try. You know the kind. Anyway, my sister was driving it. We kept teasing her and acting like it's her driver's test. I think our buggie was running low on gas or something. About half way through the ride, the cars behind us were almost tailgating us. My sister said that she was flooring it, but I don't know at this point.

Overall, my view on Kentucky Kingdom is this. If you don't have cool people tagging along with you like Micheal and Paul (my sister's boyfriend and his cousin), than it isn't any fun.

Speacking of Paul...

Before I begin, I just want to say that the following is going to be brutally honest and totally unsensored. Put the kids to bed now.

Anyway, speacking of Paul, I think I may have found someone that is so much like me in person but yet better in every way possible. When I first saw him when we picked them up, he had long hair that was half blond half brown. A sandy blond if you will. Kind of a punk kid, but not really. Skinny and very cute. The thing is, I immediately labeled him as a person I wouldn't even have a chance in Hell with. As the trip wore on and as we began to talk more, I observed several things about him The way he talks, his gestures, the fact that he is so small he can sit cross-legged Indian Style in the mini-van's seat with no problem. That started to send some gears turning. I promply dismissed them as me just being hopeful for something I know I'll never have. At lunch, I got a good look at him in the light, and I noticed that he looks like Andrew. Well, except for the fact that Andrew is a bit taller, better build muscle wise, and doesn't have a pierce "la bre" (At least, I think that's what it's called. I don't know, it's the piercing that involves that area just below the lower lip where your lip flaps meet the chin.). He had a very cute gotee that went with it too. Not really full, but just enough to notice it, you know? The Five O'clock shadow thing. As we got closer to Six Flags and our hotel room, I started to listen very carefully to how he talked. Not what exactly, although there was a few times I was more interested in the converstation than how he was talking. Like how he is into creative writing and how he wrights poems and how he also has a blog on LiveJournal. His time being a server for a sit-down style resturant and all his mishaps that happened. All were interesting things to listen to, really. Still, I did notice something. He sounded kind of femme. Not really noticable, but you can hear it if you listen hard enough. That just revied my hopeful thinking to the point where I had to figure out at least some kind of hint as to what he is all about. I made it a point to try to sit next to him at every ride possible. But, you know me, I can't do a plan right out the moment I think of it. I chickened out of the plan on the Enterprise, which if you ask me was the perfect time to ask him! I mean, you have a freaking pod all to yourself! If you sit two to a pod, someone has to sit in front of someone else like a motercycle passanger and driver would. But no. I didn't do that there. Instead, I did so at the motion simulater. I was really close to his hands, but didn't bother to try holding them. I just merely touched them. He's got some nice skin, might I add. The same deal for the roller coasters I could do that on. I sat right next to him and tried to "accedently" touch him to see if he would mind. I also tried doing that at dinner, but apparently he must have been sitting Indian style again in the booth, because I could not find his legs. The results of my test came out questionable. Was he completely oblivious to what I was doing and just dismiss it as nothing more than me accedently touching him as if by pure accedent? Did he just not care? Or was he really enjoying himself with everything I was pulling on him? I don't know. I still don't know. I did find out the answer the main question though in the hotel room. Some time while we were watching .hack//SIGN he broke out the blanket and laid it over his legs. Since I was still in my testing stage seeing as how my questions never got answered, I decided to kick it up a notch and lay down next to him. Literally, right next to him. That's when I was surprised with something that HE did. After he got the blanket all nice and the way he wanted it, his hand fell and then found his way to mine! He was holding my hand! That's when all the bells and whistles went off. Finally, I just leaned over and whispered the question in his ear. Yes, he's gay. From then on out, I wasn't thinking with my head anymore. My mind went into perverted mode. Going on this long without any kind of sex or any kind of arosing pleasure even from the best porn you can find, and you can bet your bottom dollar that would have happened with me. The last thing I remember was mom coming into their room saying that I had to be a good boy and leave Paul and his cousin Micheal alone for the evening. She blamed me for their insomiatic practices. At least, that's how it came off to me. I wasn't thinking at the moment either, so I just did what she said blindly. It was only when I got in bed that I realized what I had done. I felt bad. I felt like I had just totally broken a rule or something. I couldn't sleep that night. Every time I tried, I woke up in a sweat. Finally, I just woke up and took a shower. I kept thinking about what I did to Paul and was beating myself over the head with it. The first moment I got alone with him, I apologized. He sounded as if he didn't care about what I did. He said that it was okay and that he wasn't annoyed or mad or anything. I still felt bad about it, but breakfast helped me get over it. Then I went into dork mode. Yes, that's right, the mode I get when I'm hitting on someone. I would annoy Paul with all these quick little pokes and jabs and things of that nature. That's still my way of saying "Hey, I really like you and I'm attracted to you" or "I feel good around you." Either it was me or it was bad timing, but every time I did that, he sounded aggitated. At lunch, I immediately appologized. I told him once we had enough room walking that I liked him and that I was tired of being alone. He told me that I'll eventually find someone cool. Dan told me that too. I thought that he was just saying that to make me feel better. When Paul said it, however, I felt warm and comforted. I then asked him what he likes in guys. He doesn't have a specific taste. Then came the question that killed all my hope. I asked if he's in a relationship currently. He said that he kind of is, but with college coming up, he'll be a two hour drive away from who he is with right now. He told me that who he is seeing is trying to want to work it out and make it work. I asked him if he wants to. He said sorta. I said that I noticed how he didn't sound too sure about that. We just left it there, to my knowledge. After lunch and on the drive home, whenever I looked at him, I got that same feeling I get whenever I see Andrew. That feeling of how I know I had something going but couldn't have it because of one reason or another. It made me sad. I felt worst when we dropped Paul and his cousin off. We exchanged URLs and e-mails so we could keep in touch. I kind of wish I could have gotten away with a hug behind the rental car, but there were too many witnesses in the area. I don't do PDA's (Public Displays of Affection) all that well. I guess it's stage fright. I did say that if his cousin ever comes by the house to come and tag along. I hope he does. I bet my sister and Micheal have lots planed left for the summer before they have to part ways, what which college and all, so I'm trying to he hopeful.

So have I blindfully fallen in love with someone I just met? Probibly. Did I do something stupidly foolish during my trip? Most definately. Did I learn something from my first experiance in meeting someone I was and still am geunienly attracted to? Yeah, I did. I learned that if I want to have someone as cool as Paul in my life that, like Paul said, I "will have to take the initiative" in order to get him. Something I'm not very good at. Did I make a new friend? Yeah, I hope so. I need all the friends I can get. Like I told Paul, I'm tired of being alone.