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.

Writer's Slump

Wow, it has been a long time since my last blog.  I tell myself sometimes that I'd like to blog at least once a week.  Maybe even a little more, like five blogs a month.  But that never seems to happen, which is sad because writing of any kind greatly reduces my stress level.  There are some stories I've got going on, but I'm kinda stuck.  I'm not sure if it's writer's block or just some serious ADD going on.  I can't get myself to sit at the computer and just write.


These are the times I miss creative writing class.  Write a poem or fail the class.  I've been told I should join a writing group, which I like that idea but a lot of times I don't feel like I'd fit in.  I feel like the people in writing groups would have so much more life experiences than me and there stories would be so much more involved.  I mostly write about depressed teenagers with social problems.


I just need to find the motivation.  I don't even know where to look for it.  Inspiration isn't the problem as of late.  I have about five or so ideas that I think would make solid short stories, maybe even something longer.  But do they exist in written form yet?  Nope, just in my head.  I'd like to be able to say that I have no time to write.  After all, I work about forty-five hours or so a week.  But I can't even do that because even though I work non-stop four days a week I am free the majority of those other three days.  So I guess the solution is to just buckle down and simply write.  Maybe even schedule it in for a while until it becomes a habit.

Snow and Game Night

I was delivery driving yesterday.  As I've said before, I really enjoy it.  But I hate driving in winter, especially when it's hard to get my car moving through snow and over ice.  Now, yesterday it really wasn't that bad out, but I sill ended up stuck in a snow bank.  The best part is though I didn't drift in there or slide in there.  I just drove right straight into it.  Why?  Because I could not for the life of me see where the road was.  There was just a bright white blanket of snow over everything and it made everything look flat instead of looking like there was a giant snow bank to my right.


The last delivery I had in my car was across the street, so I decided to run it over on foot.  That's true dedication for you, considering it was across a busy street and I had to trudge through a ditch.  But I figured I could get it there quicker than if another driver came and picked it up from me and then drove it over there.


Some co-workers, along with the help of a nice man whom I assume works for Maple View, came and shoveled/pushed me out.  It took some effort because I was on ice and my tires kept spinning.  I keep thinking about going to pick up some kitty litter or something in case this happens again.  Putting a shovel in my trunk would also be an excellent idea!  I need to get an ice scraper too because Holly broke mine.  She was using it as a shovel and it got caught under the tire.


After I got off work a couple of co-workers and I got together for game night.  It was fun, and I really hope we do it again.  If we play Pictionary again though I don't think Kristine and I will be allowed on the same team.  We were totally in sync with each other and kicked some serious butt.  I also just kept guessing stuff until I got something right.  I must have guessed hula dancer about twenty different times. Over all it was a good time.

Star Trek

Let me start off by saying (well, writing) that I do not consider myself a Trekkie in any way shape or form at this moment in my life.  It is possible I'm heading there though.  We'll see.  As most of you probably know I have been proudly calling myself a geek for years now.  I consider it a large part of who I am.  But how can I say that I'm a geek if I've never seen a single episode of Star Trek in my life?  So to maintain my title "geek" I have set out to watch not just one, but the entire set of star trek episodes.  In total there are thirty seasons.  My new years resolution, among other things, is to watch all of them by the end of 2011.  Should be a geektastic year.


It's weird that I've never watched them before.  I'm only a little ways into the original series and I already am in love with it.  I have a tendency to fall in love with cult classics though.  Any one who knows me knows I love Rocky Horror picture show.  So maybe I won't get into the other series very much, even though they're supposed to be the good ones.


I'll admit I don't understand all of it.  My brain's just starting to get used to the science fiction universe.  I mean, I can grasp the concept of Gambit and his kinetic energy abilities but when it comes to worm holes and other galaxies it takes me a while to fully understand what they're talking about.  It could also be my lack of understanding for anything scientific.  In school I never liked science or math much, at least not when it started to get kinda hard.


I'm happy I finally discovered it though after twenty-years of showing no interest what so ever, but like I said I'm not a Trekkie.  Star Trek fan/newbie?  Yes.  So there you go.