Kalepi_Konei

Ok honestly, what does me being 14 and you being 18 have anything to do with this. Just because I'm 14 and you've been listening to her for 3 years doesnt mean anything. Ive seen her live (unfortunately) and Ive listened to her music too, I do like her Rockstar song though, but now shes just a teenage whore.

^Umm if you look at the photos, theres a photo of people riding it

^Yeah now that I think of it I'd say get rid of the wonder house until you have a more "colorful" section to the park, and change the colors on the dodgems building to fit in with the surrounding environment.

^ 1. These are real life experiences. 2. My mom really didnt know. 3. Me and my sister are living proof he has kids 4. And I have witnessed first hand my fathers crack addiction, so I am very sorry if this all seems "fantasy" but this is really what happened to me and my family.

Im really liking this park, though I just have one suggestion, can you move the wonder house somewhere else. It doesnt really fit in next to the cafe for me. Maybe over more towards the dodgems, because they both seem to have some fun house kinda colors.

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EDIT: Sorry for the double post... Well. Ive decided to scrap the first story and go for something real thats happening in my life right now. I do not care about grammar right now, this right now is more of a vent story then it is a story, but since the person I'm venting about doesn't go to this site then I'm perfectly fine with doing it. People: My Mom, Sister, Dad, and Me. (Dreida, Sarah, Mark, Caleb) Background Info: Divorced parents, crack addict/bipolar father/ controlling mother/ drunk/party sister, Stuck in the middle of this Me I know I should really be posting this in the vent forum, but...I thought I might as well scrap my old story and start with something from the heart. This isnt in any story form yet, right now I am just venting but will eventually turn it into a story. Ok, well I just had myself a long good cry so I think I'm a little better right now but I still need to vent. Ok heres the deal.... My dad has been a crack addict all his life, and my mom unknowing this married the SOB. He then started to show his true side of himself pushing his family away, hes been out of work for a while now, and doesnt pay any child support. Ive been stuck sitting here at home basically despising my dad who cant even take a hint. Well recently I found out my sister has been sneaking out of the house and going to parties to get drunk. Well upon my mom finding out she basically went into a nervous break down, my sister is supposed to be going to college next year, and shes been gliding through this crap dumping all the other BS onto other people, thinking she can just glide on through this. My dad is supporting all this crap, and my sister and dad have made some sort of affiliation against my mom. Well my mom being all controlling and crap cant do anything about this because she cant stop my sister because she turns 18 on the 12th of next month, so shes basically a free bird. She thinks that supposedly she's going to live with her friend Kyle down in the Keys, and that she's getting my dads car. Well my dads car is his own form of transportation so I dont know what he's going to do without it. He currently lives (with a record) in his girlfriends house unemployed (because no one hires a convicted felon.) And he basically puts all these ideas into my sisters head, and she thinks she can do all this, but she cant. To give you an idea of how much I despise my dad, recently my mom took us all to Disney for fathers day, and despite how much I LOVE rollercoasters in the middle of the day, I fake sicked it and started crying like I threw up or something, and had my mom take me home. Well, back on track, my mom cant do anything because shes too busy working 2 jobs a week, every day, and she works more then she sees her kids. Today I confronted my sister about all this BS and I cant take it anymore, I need to vent because shes basically denying all this shiznit going on and I cant take it anymore, Im about to explode with anger. My mom is dumping all of her problems onto me, talking to me about all this BS like I really need to be talked to. And my mom is still in nervous breakdown mode, and she just wont admit it. And now she talks about church and keeping her faith and how this has made her "stronger in the church." And she wont take advice from me or anyone EXCEPT the bishop in the church, and shes trying to tag me along with her (I DESPISE church) so I never go, and shes trying to do everything said above, and preach at home and all this BS its annoying! If you read this thank you for letting me vent, and yes I know Im in the wrong topic, but Im eventually going to turn this into a story.

^Holy crap there better be brakes at the end of that first drop, imagine if there wasnt, OMG that would be terrible!

Oh my, that made me laugh so hard you have no idea! Thanks for brightining up my day (yes I know it was sarcasm that's why I laughed.) Anyways, right now Im sitting in a cyber cafe at the airport, my flight leaves in about 30 minutes so I thought Id check in on TPR for a bit, this flights been stressing my family like crazy so its good to get a laugh. If you have any ideas for a story line or anything you would like to hear about in the story just post it, and Ill try to fit it in.

Yeah I agree, that was just a tester though, but I totally agree, still fixing it, going over grammar, punctuation, and all that jazz. Im fixing it right now, in fact the first thing I went back to was the cops pulled up and just went DELETE. Im going to go into alot more detail and talk about something completely different, maybe at the end of the story put him in Jail and talk about the after effects and how it changed his life. Im just trying to lead some where and your right, the cops thing is totally just out there. EDIT: EXPECT AN UPDATE SOMETIME IN THE NEXT WEEK OR 2 IM GOING ON VACATION (sorry bout all caps.) Dont worry though, Ill be working on more then just page one, and Ill try to find a wi-fi cafe up in Indiana (going to Indiana Beach.)

I Agree With That The Capital Letter Thing Is Annoying But Its Even Worse Then CAPS LOCK. Anyways, sounds like something so minor can cause something so huge, dominoe effect.

^ Is that supposed to be a hint... Like flying coaster, because I would so love to see an Icarus and Daedalus racing flying coaster...that would be so awesome!

Awesome, I hope Disney uses these soon, there parks are outragous, its almost impossible to navigate (unless you memorize the parks.) I would definately use one of these if I ever went to Disney. Though at Sea World they could use it for some of the back half of the park, but the front half really isnt all that confusing. Since Sea World is a Busch company maybe they will actually put this in their other parks, like BGA, and BGE! Can't wait too see whats next in Florida's theme parks!

Sorry for reviving an old topic, I found a POV of the Black Hole: Next Generation at Wet N Wild Orlando http://www.wetnwildorlando.com/blackhole.html

Okay, well a few blocks down from my house is my old English teacher (luckily.) I'll go down there, and see what can be corrected. Thank you Wes for showing my faults in my grammar, punctuation, and paragraphing.

Dont really have a favorite band but more of a Top 5 Songs.... 1. Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger 2. Soul Of A Robot - John 5 3. AC/DC, AEROSMITH 4. Keep Your Hands To Yourself - The Calling 5. Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Jason Castro

3 minute video 107 flips, thats alot of flips per minute (FPR.) I wouldve tossed my lunch by flip 5.

Thank you for the criticism, I understand my grammar isnt all that great, I understand the opinions viewed in it all, I suppose I should start with a prologue (back story) before I start with the original story, I do know I started rambling, I will edit it for grammar, and I will just basically get rid of the flashback story (very wierd part I know.) Again I thank you for the constructive criticism, I will try to make it better, and then come back when I'm ready. P.S. The theme is a graffiti troubled kid sorta theme so I was thinking of naming it "Coloring Outside The Lines" what do you think? UPDATE: Ok I took into consideration everyones opinions on this, and tried to go into a little bit different direction, so instead of having a flashback, it just starts from the beginning. And I went into more of a gang drive to keep the story going a little later, which gives him the reason for graffiti. WARNING: This next section is a tester beginning, I would most appreciate feedback on this, to see if you like it, or if you still think I ramble on.... Story Name: Coloring Outside The Lines Background Info: A story on a young man who gets caught in the wrong situation in a ghetto neighborhood, when things get too far out of hand, the young man gets put into drugs, gangs, and graffiti. I stand here under an overpass paint can in my hand, looking at my empty canvas that stands in front of me. My palms are getting sweaty and slowly but surely I can feel the cans slip from them. I take a quick glance around me, the small crowd of people eagerly waits for me to start my art work, the space seems to get tighter and tighter as the anxiety rises, and I start to feel claustrophobic. I am sweating nervously and can feel my hair falling down my face from the sudden rush of moisture, I push my bangs aside. I start out slowly pressing the spray nozzle down inch by inch with more pressure I start in towards the wall, the colors start to blend and create as I continue further into my soon to be downfall. As I finish my work I take a step back and look at it. The “art” on the wall was promoting the turf of the Valencia 13 gang. The slew of people that surrounded me had all been stating their opinions, and criticizing my work. They all seemed to stop and turn around simultaneously to look at their leader to get his approval. Juan Carlos (better known as JC) was the leader of the west side Valencia 13’s, and if he didn’t like something, nobody did. JC stood there staring at the defaced wall and after a while of contemplating he nodded. Immediately they all rushed towards me congratulating me and welcoming me into the brotherhood, then all of a sudden the cops pulled up. Everybody made a scramble back towards their bikes, and the few that had cars, and there I was, like a deer in headlights shocked at what was in front of me, my feet planted firmly in the ground, and the paint can still clutched in my hand all I could think of was, what would my family think. I knew my mother who was so proud to be a Hispanic, and proud to have accomplished her dreams here in America would be ashamed. She would no longer raise her head high when she walked out of the house, as if to say “here I am.” She would now bow her head in shame, and disgrace that her own blood, would do this. These thoughts running through my head immediately triggered my sense into running like hell. The police chased me and a few others in hopes of catching one of us, to “rat” out the rest, but we knew, something like that, would mean death to you, and your family. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tell me what you think. And Im trying to stay away a ghetto story its more of a background on the life of this kid, which just has some ghetto parts too it, so no its not going to be based totally on living in the ghetto.  

Went to bed at 5: 30 AM and woke up around 3, so yeah....

Maybe Cypress Gardens will buy it just like Streamliner!

Ok well, I recently read the book Drums Girls and Dangerous Pie by Jordan Sonnenblick and it inspired me to start writing. So, I decided to post an "in progress" story, please tell me what you think and if its worth it to continue. P.S. I need a name so keep suggesting ideas... Criticism wanted.... ------------------------------------------ I stand here under an overpass paint can in my hand looking at my empty canvas that lay in front of me. My hands are getting sweaty, and slowly but surely I can feel the can slip from them. I take a quick glance around me, the small crowd of people eagerly awaiting my start of the project, the space seems to get tighter and tighter as the anxiety rises, and I start to feel claustrophobic. I am sweating nervously and can feel my hair falling down my face from the sudden rush of moisture, I push my bangs aside. I stand in this spot under the overpass as I hear cars flying by and I am almost frozen in time, I think of the past events that lead me to this point. After a while of searching I find a place to start, September 6th 2007, the first day of my freshman year in high school. The day hadn’t gotten off to a great start, you see my mom doesn’t really like my dad, she just married him for his money, they bicker and fight all the time, yet I had seen nothing that topped that fight ever before in my life, (yet if I knew of what was going to happen in my future I would call that “mild.”) I particularly remember I woke up in a great mood, yet I was extremely nervous, my mom had made bacon and eggs that morning to celebrate this grand occasion, (and in my family bacon and eggs is a huge celebration.) My mom called me down to breakfast and I hurriedly ran to the table, (my mom’s cooking tops nothing else I’ve ever tasted before.) Well it turns out that my dad was drunk, as always, but today he wasn’t just drunk he was wasted. I remember wondering how he got down stairs with that wobbly drunk man strut he has, when I saw him get up and walk over to my mom and say why cant you ever make sausage biscuts. He stuttered his way through that sentence somehow and then out of the blue slapped my mom right in the face. I immediately ran up to my dad and yelled why cant you ever stop drinking! He started to open his mouth and these words stammered out of his mouth well I never, you better learn some respect-t to your elders. Then he did something that set my mom ablaze, he slapped me in the face and said you’ll never amount to anything you’re a worthless piece of shit, we should throw you to the dogs! My mom recovered very quickly after that and took the pan of bacon grease and splashed it into his chest, while at the same time yelling some unrepeatable words I must add. She then told me to run upstairs get ready for school, and to get my father a towel. My mom called 911 and an ambulance arrived for my father, and my mother drove me too school.

I have one of those really expensive Canon cameras that the professionals use at Disney to take your family portrait (well its my aunt's and I borrowed it) and we went on this amazing balloon ride I really need to send those photos in, but there are about 1000 of them so I cant really choose, might just have to spam it and post em all! (just kidding)

I like station 2 but can you put the adobe-ish side where the abstract side is and the abstract on the adobe side, well gee-golly mister if you do that I think It'd be quite swell!

Dragsterfan, personally I'd go with El Toro! That would be an awesome milestone coaster!