Saturday, October 02, 2004
The laws of physics are my enemy. At the fair last night Amy and I rode something (the name of which eludes me) that spins the cars around a looped track for three or four minutes. Seated on the outside, I got smashed against the side of the car. Amy seemed to be enjoying herself too much, so every time gravity pushed her against me, I punched her shoulder, which did not force her off but did make me feel better about the situation. This morning I awoke with a blue-red bruise to my arm and my ribcage, as well as neck stiffness. But it was worth it. I like getting bruised, because bruises are something to poke at when I get bored.
I work tonight with the desperate hope that the trash of Lubbock all decide to converge at the fair (this is its last night) rather than the mall. My stomach aches from that turkey leg and the fried cheesecake. Frying cheesecake gives it a mushy sort of texture that I did not much care for- cold cheesecake tastes better. Amy ate a fried Snickers which proved most decadent. I paid five dollars to play some game that won a five-inch tall Cookie Monster doll. "C" is for "crooks".
Tomorrow I set aside for studying. This afternoon Amy and I will apply for employment at the bookstore ("Hastings", a chain neither of us had heard of previously). I have to hobble to the university bookstore before it closes for the purpose of acquiring red scantrons on which to take the art appreciation exam Monday. The campus sold out of orange scantrons; I'm glad to have avoided that melee.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:04 PM]