An unexpected triumph: Item 73 whilst also accomplishing item 53

So I went to Lagoon with some buddies on Friday. On Thursday night I read my bucket list and realized the time was at hand and I had a fear-conquering opportunity at hand here. Cool, right? Except hey... I was still terrified. So after lots of fretting, I decided once and for all that I was not wriggling out of this one. I decided to turn it into a faith builder. Which it so was. Let me just say, the thought of roller coasters in general has made me weak in the knees for some time now. So I got a bunch of friends together who vowed that they would, at all costs, get me on the biggest, baddest ride at the park; the jet-propelled, huge, straight-up, straight-down tower that is christened, quite appropriately, Wicked. Also I had my dad give me a blessing that I wouldn't fall off and die. Good thing to ask for. And so, at exactly 11:11 in the morning, I foudn myself in line for the biggest scream-provoker I've ever seen in real life. I was really afraid I would lose my cool in front of a bunch of really cute teenage boys... my main worry was keeping control of my bodily functions and not peeing my pants right then and there. But hey, I made it through the (massive, might I add) line and sat down in the seat. I was probably pretty pale, because my wonderful friends Ashley and Seth offered me their hands to hold as I waited for what seemed like Judgment Day, but was really just a huge roller coaster. And then I was being jet propelled from a dimly lit tube into the shocking, warming, blinding sunshine.

IT WAS AMAZING. It felt like riding a broomstick. All my Harry Potter fantasies came true then and there. AMAZING. And so now, I have no huge, fun-restricting fears.

We have some serious diem to carpe, folks.