My Birthday! Woot! Age is CORNTAGIOUS!
Ok, pretend I'm writing this on Wendsday becuase I really meant to write it on Wendsday. I totally did.
So, YESTERDAY was an awesome birthday. I turned 22 (god that's old) and nearly all my friends here at home were 21, except little Gretchen, poor mite. Therefore, it was a large possibility of bar hoppin' and cubbin' to celebrate my agedness. I mean, there are plenty of places we could have snuck G-gal into, if necessary. OR, another option was to have a huge party with dancing and drinking and possibly massages, like my ever fodly remembered birthday last year. I weighed all these options in my mind very carefully and reached a very mature, adult, 22 year old decision. STATE FAIR!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! The fun is CORNTAGIOUS! No, seriously, it really was corn-tagious. That was the moto of the Indiana State Fair this year: "The Fun is Corntagious," mostly becuase the celebrated crop of this year's festivities was corn. God, I love my state so fucking much (Excel saga reference anyone? Oh Lord Ilpalatzo -don't dare to correct my spelling evil grammar fiends- I miss your poorly constructed plans to conqure F city).
Ahem. So, STATE FIAR! (which I went to YESTERDAY, on my BIRTHDAY, which was a TUESDAY, remember) I ate: corn on the cob! Deep fried Reeses! Dip N Dots! and an Elephant Ear! Yum yum yum, in my tum tum tum. ba dum. oh hum. AND: I saw horsies! duckies! Chicken-ies! Cowsies! I got to pet a bunny, the lion bunney, which since my friends insist on calling me a bunney, I declare that I am of the lion bunney variety. (Becuase I'm a LEO! ha! and I eat antelope). Seriously, look up the lion bunney, and you will see me, in all my cute fluffy-nessity. I went on lots of spinny rides, got to see old friends again whom I haven't seen in too long, and pretty pretty lights. It truely was a corn-tastic time. Then, Gretchen, Abbie, Katie, Rob, Phil, and I went back to my house to watch a movie. Specifically, we watched "The Empire Strikes Back." ANd it did strike back. It stuck back all over the place. If the good guys were bowling pins, they were all totally flattened by the huge empire bowling ball sent their way by good ol' Darth. A perfect 300 for the Empire! But don't worry. In the return of the Jedi the good guys get their pick of sports, and paint ball in the forests of endor is totally more their thing than bowling. Darth can't stand getting paint on his cape, so he always loses. Pussy. So yeah, grand ol' time. And I got presents! Good ones too, from all my friends and family.
Nothin else much going on, although on Friday, which is totally not today, I'm going up to Michigan to visit my great uncle on our farm. (yes, I have a family farm. two actually, one for each side of my family, in southern indiana and in michigan. It still doesn't make me a hic. We don't even grow stuff on it anymore. So there. Besides, farms rock. the fun to be had on them is truely corntagious.) I plan on taking lots of scenic walks and reading and chatting. Good times.
Thats all for now folks, and I wish you a happy, fun corn filled weekend! I swear corntagious is my new favorite word. Watch out peeps in NY, I'm coming back with a mouth full of corn. Sort of. Perhaps my new vocabularly will be...
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You know what is coming...
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That's right...CORNTAGIOUS!!!
I love me right now. So very much. Do you love me? If you don't, well then I just hope my feelings are...CORNTAGIOUS! hahahhahahaha! I can't stop, really I can't. it is like a disease of the mouth. Or of the typing fingers I guess. A disease that is...CORNTAGIOUS! hahahahaha!! Ok, I'm done. For now.
So, YESTERDAY was an awesome birthday. I turned 22 (god that's old) and nearly all my friends here at home were 21, except little Gretchen, poor mite. Therefore, it was a large possibility of bar hoppin' and cubbin' to celebrate my agedness. I mean, there are plenty of places we could have snuck G-gal into, if necessary. OR, another option was to have a huge party with dancing and drinking and possibly massages, like my ever fodly remembered birthday last year. I weighed all these options in my mind very carefully and reached a very mature, adult, 22 year old decision. STATE FAIR!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! The fun is CORNTAGIOUS! No, seriously, it really was corn-tagious. That was the moto of the Indiana State Fair this year: "The Fun is Corntagious," mostly becuase the celebrated crop of this year's festivities was corn. God, I love my state so fucking much (Excel saga reference anyone? Oh Lord Ilpalatzo -don't dare to correct my spelling evil grammar fiends- I miss your poorly constructed plans to conqure F city).
Ahem. So, STATE FIAR! (which I went to YESTERDAY, on my BIRTHDAY, which was a TUESDAY, remember) I ate: corn on the cob! Deep fried Reeses! Dip N Dots! and an Elephant Ear! Yum yum yum, in my tum tum tum. ba dum. oh hum. AND: I saw horsies! duckies! Chicken-ies! Cowsies! I got to pet a bunny, the lion bunney, which since my friends insist on calling me a bunney, I declare that I am of the lion bunney variety. (Becuase I'm a LEO! ha! and I eat antelope). Seriously, look up the lion bunney, and you will see me, in all my cute fluffy-nessity. I went on lots of spinny rides, got to see old friends again whom I haven't seen in too long, and pretty pretty lights. It truely was a corn-tastic time. Then, Gretchen, Abbie, Katie, Rob, Phil, and I went back to my house to watch a movie. Specifically, we watched "The Empire Strikes Back." ANd it did strike back. It stuck back all over the place. If the good guys were bowling pins, they were all totally flattened by the huge empire bowling ball sent their way by good ol' Darth. A perfect 300 for the Empire! But don't worry. In the return of the Jedi the good guys get their pick of sports, and paint ball in the forests of endor is totally more their thing than bowling. Darth can't stand getting paint on his cape, so he always loses. Pussy. So yeah, grand ol' time. And I got presents! Good ones too, from all my friends and family.
Nothin else much going on, although on Friday, which is totally not today, I'm going up to Michigan to visit my great uncle on our farm. (yes, I have a family farm. two actually, one for each side of my family, in southern indiana and in michigan. It still doesn't make me a hic. We don't even grow stuff on it anymore. So there. Besides, farms rock. the fun to be had on them is truely corntagious.) I plan on taking lots of scenic walks and reading and chatting. Good times.
Thats all for now folks, and I wish you a happy, fun corn filled weekend! I swear corntagious is my new favorite word. Watch out peeps in NY, I'm coming back with a mouth full of corn. Sort of. Perhaps my new vocabularly will be...
...
...
You know what is coming...
...
That's right...CORNTAGIOUS!!!
I love me right now. So very much. Do you love me? If you don't, well then I just hope my feelings are...CORNTAGIOUS! hahahhahahaha! I can't stop, really I can't. it is like a disease of the mouth. Or of the typing fingers I guess. A disease that is...CORNTAGIOUS! hahahahaha!! Ok, I'm done. For now.