imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't Miss it, Don't Even Be Late Don't Miss it, Don't Even Be LateThat would be a State Fair reference, just in case you didn't know. Which you should have. And it would be because… I went to the fair last night! Woo! For the record, the Northeast Alabama State Fair is not that wonderful. Xavier's band, Where's Gary, played a show at the fair last night. I, being the wonderful friend that I am, obviously had to be in attendance. I was. The show was quite good, as usual. Which reminds me *shameless plug*, you should all go check Where's Gary out at the Big Spring Jam. If you don't know what the BSJ is, then you're excused from attending. *end shameless plug* Anyway, fair rides don't agree with me as well as they once did. I used to love fair rides. They all spin. Every ride worth riding at a fair spins. The Tilt-a-Whirl is my all time favorite. I also love the Gravitron. Well, as much as those rides still appeal to me, my stomach doesn't like them nearly as much at this point. My sister and I went on quite a few different spinning, whirling things. I think one of my problems with such rides is my weight. See, all the spinning slings things outwards. The handy carnie folk make sure that the heavier/est person is at the outside of the car, so that they don't crush all the other happy fair folk. That means I always wound up squished into the outer corner with my sister smashed against me. It was less than pleasant. The spinning also makes me nauseous at this point. My body has betrayed me. Although, I found myself thinking that as soon as I lose all the weight I plan on dropping, the whole being smashed against someone thing might not be so bad. By someone I mean someone of the opposite sex (because guys are like totally hot, yo), most definitely someone other than my sister. Geez. Perverts. Woo! Fairs! They also had a big smelly petting zoo. I got to pet the leg of a gimongorous tortoise. I love turtles and their kin. And there were a couple cages full of monkeys. Crazy, screaming monkeys. So that was yesterday. Today, I went to First Monday. It's a local tradition kind of thing. It's a huge flea market held on the first weekend including a Monday of every month. The ones on holidays (such as Labor Day) are always extra huge. It was entertaining. I got a family of rubber ducks. It's super cute. There are three baby ducks that sit on the big duck's back. It's precious. Ducks! They squeak! I was supposed to meet Vars and PJ today. Vars said we would meet at the mall here in the Big City. Apparently he didn't make this clear to PJ. PJ went to the mall in NoWhere. Since Josh had not yet left NoWhere, they decided to meet there. Bastards. I guess that's for the best, however. Now I have time to do my homework. That’s probably a good idea. I really want to drop that stupid vocabulary class (Did I mention it turned out to be stupid? Well, it did. Very stupid.), but I need to take about a bazillion hours a semester to graduate in a timely fashion. Some days, I really hate school. This has actually been a great weekend. I got to see all kinds of people. I actually met Chris, who is just as awesome in life as he is in his journal, online, etc. Having a new friend is always a nice feeling. I also got to see my grandparents, parents, sister, and uncle. My uncle also brought his fiancé. She's a year and a half older than me, giving her a grand total of 21 years. My uncle's 37 or so. It's really not that big a difference, but thinking of it as "She's just over a year older than me," is kind of freaky. I also had a friggin hilarious conversation with my dad and sister earlier, which I was going to record here for posterity, but I can't remember it just now. Hopefully it will come back to me later. I'm thinkin' I'm gonna have to start a blog. I need someplace to talk about all the random books, music, movies, and TV I've been exposed to. I have so many things to talk about that I never remember to mention here, and I don't like making tiny, short entries in the journaldy journal. Hence, I'll need a blog. Plus, I can post things about updates. I'd also like to give a shoutout to the wonderful person from Tennessee who keeps hittin' up the ole diary. You're the most frequent reader I have that I don't know! Congratulations! You have fantastically discerning taste! I like you! Feel free to leave me comments some time, or email me. And that goes to all of you. Not just my TN fan. Thank you for continuing to read my journal through my recent "hard times." I know they have often reduced me to incoherent blathering about situations the average person shouldn't feel obligated to care about. The decent and steady number of hits I get indicates that you care anyway. That's totally awesome. In the immortal words of Jerry Springer, take care of yourselves, and each other. 6:16 p.m. - September 06, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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