Right now, I'm at work with, you've guessed it, nothing to do. Don't get me wrong, I
So, here I stand, listening to country music in our festive lobby. It looks nice; there was hard work put into decorating for the fair, you can tell, but there's one small thing: I do not like the fair.
Last year, I went to the fair with my friend, Kirandeep, her boyfriend of the time, Ray, my little sister, Tia, and her bff, Mia. I was at the fair for maybe an hour. The ia's (Tia/Mia) split off like planned, and Kirandeep, Ray, and I went to the rides. They were all over each other! And it sucked for me; I was basically subjected to mushy PDA. To top it all over, we kept running into my ex, and I could not let him see me for some paranoid reason, so I soon left the fairgrounds.
This year, I am attempting to go back I think, even though my older sister, Nicolette is boycotting it, and I would love to accompany her. But, I have two free tickets, so any takers? Just kidding! I may already have plans with someone; I just don't know if they are serious or not.
I had plans to write blog 2 about irony, so let me get started on that. I have had a couple in depth conversations with one of my best friends, Beth, about irony. First off, irony sucks. It's confusing. I feel a bit uneducated saying this, but can you tell me that you know an example of irony? Because I'd love to hear it. Alanis Morrisette's song, Ironic, is not a true portrait of what irony is. "It's like rain on your wedding day." Not irony, just shitty luck. Mo Rocca talks about this on VH1's I Love the 90s. Great show. You should most definitely check it out. In the mean time, I will go on pondering irony, doing nothing, and sipping on fair flavored haterade.
-Brittny
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