The Fair

Last night I went to the county fair with a couple of friends.  I love fairs and I enjoyed myself a lot.  The past couple years I haven't been able to find people to go on all the rides with me.  And a couple of times I've had people puke on the ride with me.  But this year Sarah and Annie went on all the rides with me, and no one threw up.  Good deal.

I just think there's something magical about the fair.  And maybe it's just that it brings back childhood memories or something, but I really love everything about it.  The food.  The rides.  The lights.  The carnies.  While I was there I kept trying to write a poem about the magic of the fair, but nothing came right away and it's usually best not to force anything.

Oh, and I went through a petting zoo for the first time.  Yeah, I'm twenty one and it was my first time going through a petting zoo.  I was proud of myself though, I fed some of the animals and everything.  But a baby goat bit my thumb so I stopped that for a while.  There were some cute baby pigs with swishy tails.  I kept calling them Wilburs.

My favorite part of the fair is definitely the rides.  I love the adrenalin rush that comes with them.  Going on the ferris wheel at night is cool too, because you can look out over the whole fair grounds and see all the rides lit up and whizzing around.  When I go on the Kamakazi I always look towards the rest of the fair just as the ride flips upside down, and I get to watch the entire earth flip.  I just think it looks so cool.

Laundry Day

There is nothing I hate more than laundry day.  Maybe I wouldn't mind it so much if I had a free washer and dryer to use in my apartment that I could use every other day or so whenever I wanted.  But unfortunately I do not.  Instead I have to wait until I have a day off, which usually comes once a week, and then I drag it all over to my grandparents so I can do laundry without paying two dollars a load.  Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if I didn't miss some weeks.  I swear, I let laundry build up until it becomes mountains.

I love Tuesdays.  They are my day off.  My day to do whatever is that I need/want to do.  Usually Tuesdays are my day to play catch up on all the things I didn't get done in the week, like laundry or just cleaning my bathroom.  Lots of times I use Tuesdays to watch the Vlogbrother videos from the week before.  I miss having three days off a week to do whatever, but with working two jobs it doesn't really work out that way.  Don't get me wrong, it's my choice to work as much as I do.  I enjoy the money, but I wouldn't mind a little more me time.

So now I'm just sitting at my grandparents waiting for my last few loads of laundry to be done.  I hate that it takes so long.  My grandma would tell me it takes so long because I pack the thing so full, but I think doing that extra load would take just as long as the way I do it.  I should time it one day.  Or get together with my friends and hold the laundry olypics.  Have races to see who can get it done the fastest or fold the neatest.  At the very least it would make laundry interesting.

Baseball, Make Way for Ducklings, and Mono

Wow, okay so talk about a writer's slump... three months since my last blog.  That's kinda bad.  On my old blog it used to bother me that there was one month missing on the side bar thing.  Now on this one there's going to be three... terrific.

So if you know anything about me at all, you know I am a Red Sox fan.  And so my birthday my mom gave me the ultimate twenty-first birthday present.  She took me on a mother/daughter trip over to Boston to see a baseball game at Fenway Park.  I could have died of happiness.  Well maybe if they had won I could have died.  And it wouldn't have hurt if the game was just a little more exciting.  I mean, they played the White Sox and all the runs were scored in the first three innings or something like that and it was seven to three.  Most borning baseball game of my life.  But it was at Fenway park.  Freaking Fenway Park!  It felt like a baseball game should be- out in the fresh air and the fans were really close up to the feild.  And the fans were amazing.  It was so much fun.

Before game day, we walked the Freedom trail, and being completely honest here I think that stuff's a little boring.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad those men did everything so that America could be independent and all, but I don't exactly need to see the buildings everything went down at or the cemetaries in which their burried.  I just don't think that sort of stuff is exciting.  My mom however, happens to be an elementary school teacher.  She works with kids in fifth grade when they learn about the revolutionary war.  She had a blast.  If anyone decides to go walk that thing, my only words of advice I have for you is to not wear Converse Chuck Taylor high tops.  You will get the worst blisters.  The trail's about three miles.

We also went to the Public Garden, which was so fun.  There's this children's book called Make Way for Ducklings, and my mom used to read it to me every Easter.  It's about these two ducks, Mr. and Mrs. Mallard, who look for a place to hactch and raise their ducklings.  They eventually decide on the island on this little island inside the pond at the Public gardens.  So of course, my mom and I had to go check that out.  There are these boats with Swans on them... not real swans.  When I was a kid I thought the swans on the boat were real.  But anyway, my mom and I went for a ride on those, and we got to see little ducklings near the island that they thought were just hatched the day before.  I thought that was cool, just like the book.

At the garden, we also checked out the statues that have been put up in honor of the book.  It's of Mrs. Mallard and her eight little ducklings.  And of course I thought it would be a good idea to take one of the dorkiest tourist pictures ever.

It took forever to get that stupid picture though, cause these stupid kids kept climbing over the all the ducks.  But I thought it was cool that they put up those statues and everything.  After that my mom went to the bar that the show Cheers was based on, and both my mom and I got a little tipsy off our sourvineer drinks.

So Boston was fun.  We got back, and about a week later I end up with mono.  And believe me, that's no fun at all.  I had a 103 degree fever yesterday when I went into the emergency room, but I feel a little better now.  My throat just hurts real bad and my face looks like a balloon.  Oh yeah, and it looks like someone slugged me in the eye.  Putting it bluntly, the whole thing is a bitch.

Flashback Poetry.

Well, I could not for the life of me think of what to blog about.  I was thinking about doing a freewrite, but usually when I do those they turn out way random and no one can follow them anyway.  So I dug through some old journals and notebooks of mine and found some poems I wrote.


Here's a poem I wrote while I was busy failing my way through college.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I wrote this one during one of my classes- Humanities I think.  I was pretty sure life sucked and was pointless at the time.  This was before depression had completely taken over though and I just fantasized about letting it consume me.


I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.
Drops of regret lie in
puddles on top my pillow
as sunlight leaks in
through closed blinds-
meant to shut out the world.


How did I get this way?
Too exhausted to pull
myself out of bed.
Too logical to put
it all to a painless end.


School books lie ignored
in stacks as loads of
homework build up-
crushing me under its wait.
Weeks of laundry litter the floor
like mountains too big to climb.
Even guitars sit-
neglected in silence.


Nothing seems worth the effort.
Time feels frozen
Yet I know it passes.
It is marked by unanswered phone calls,
hunger pains, and sleep cycles.