Are you going to cruise the Miracle Mile?

I sat the other night on the newly fixed bench swing at the apartments. I was a little frustrated, so I pulled on a sweatshirt and grabbed my mp3 player and headed outside. As I sat there, a flood of memories came back. It was there on that swing where I grappled with God over my internship. It was there that God won. It was also there that I felt like God spoke on my duration at Metro. That was a scary conversation I had. Many angry and sullen nights were spent sitting out there. I looked down toward the Riverdale building and remembered all the stupid fights I had with Carl. The evenings that Jessica and I would talk about goals and dreams. I guess I attach places with emotions.

I went to vote on Monday. The place I went was surrounded by political sign that are not of the party I generally align myself with. Then I went inside with my voters registration card in my hand, and the official took my card, gave me a form to sign and sent me on to the booth without even looking at my ID! Obviously, I was using my own card, however, there are unscrupulous people looking for a way to subvert the electoral process. It would be quite simple for them to vote with fictitious names or cards. How disturbing.

The booth I went to was of the electronic nature. It was a touch screen, but the touch part wasn’t so responsive. I had to jam my finger onto the selection I wanted, which brought up the question, “How often does someone press this part of the screen?” Seeing as the names I selected were not of the previously mentioned party, I would hazard a guess and say rarely to never. Then, being the crazy person I am, I wondered, “When was the last time anyone cleaned these things?” It’s probably ok though- no one touched the parts of the screen I did.

I did go to the Fair again. I tried the Chicka-Mole bites. They were pretty good. I also tried the fried truffle and the Deep Fried Dinner Roll. All were delicious. The highlgh of the second trip was seeing the giraffe. I love giraffes more than any other living being besides humans. I like giraffes more than I like certain human beings. I certainly like giraffes more than I like monkeys.

I HATE monkeys. I don’t like looking at them, I don’t like thinking about them. I don’t think they are cute, I don’t think that are funny, I don’t think they are are anything but disgusting. I used to pretend when I was a kid, but as an adult I will speak my mind. I might even start a grassroots movement against them. Kenyans-Americans for the Reduction of Primate Infatuation in America. KARPIA. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? Much nicer sounding than my earlier attempt to wipe out the love of pears and bananas. “El Pasoans Against the Proliferation of Pears and Bananas in Southwest Regional Markets.” EPAPPBSRM. It sounds a little like a test for some disease. I’ll be a “community organizer,” if you will. Then when I’m 35, I will be qualified to run for president too.

Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore...

I went to the State Fair of Texas today. I personally love the fair. I find it to be a refreshing change from normal hum-drum life in Dallas. Not that life is really that hum-drum, but it does get to be pretty typical. Each year, the Fair holds a fried foods contest, encouraging vendors to create new grease-saturated concoctions. While some find it repulsive and revolting, I find it delectable and quite endearing. I feel that my state certainly holds its own when it comes to submerging various foods in 400 degree grease. For today’s trip, I tried the Chicken Fried Bacon. It was alright, but it was entirely too crunchity. Then I moved around to Chocolate Covered Strawberry Waffle Balls. CCS’s, dipped in waffle batter, and fried to a golden perfection. It was beyond words. The deep-fried grilled cheese was alright, but a little too greasy. We searched for the Chick-A-Mole bites, but the stand was closed. When I have tried this delicacy, I shall report it’s deliciousness.

I think it would be incredible to be the voice of Big Tex. This year he seemed a little wheezy. You know, like an 87 year old who has had one too many Marlboros trying to walk up a flight of steps? Like that. Perhaps Big Tex needs to lay off those Newports. Pleasure? Yes. Emphysema plagued 60 foot cowboy? Not good.

As a former smoker, I don’t find smoking entirely repulsive. All throughout high school, and during my first couple months here I smoked. I know, not the smartest thing ever. It is something that I never should have started and am glad I no longer do. While it was never an addiction for me, it ensnares so many so easily that it dictates where people go, and what they do. That is the problem with smoking. Anything that causes you to change the way you act and creates an addiction is wrong. Anyway, some people accuse smokers of having a dirty habit, but I don’t really think it’s that dirty. Obviously some take it too far and smell like a tobacco plantation, but light smokers don’t gross me out. Unless you smoke in a certain way. People that don’t expel their smoke quickly, but let it linger around their mouths repulse me. I don’t really know why, but that image of smoke floating in a dense cloud around someone’s face makes me ill. I hate it. There is a picture of a famous rapper where he is smoking in such a fashion. I CAN NOT listen to his music. Not that I would want to, but when I hear his songs, that image pops into my head. It makes me want to squeeze him like a chew toy and yell, “BLOW IT OUT!!!! IT’S NOT FEBREEZE TO SAVOR!!!!”

I have found that I get a better night’s sleep when my cat sleeps on my bed. It’s odd because when I turn over, I have to wake up to push her out of the way, yet I feel more rested when she is on the bed.

Her actual name is Shambrylle, but I usually call her Cat-Face. I feel that she is more responsive to this nomenclature, and actually prefers it. Perhaps she likes the positive reinforcement, and is grateful that I am acknowledging that she is feline in nature. Who knows, maybe someone once called her Hyena-Face, and she never did quite recover…

Side note. I invite you to name the songs which my postings are titled. Leave a comment with the song title and the artist, along with your name. The person who answers the most first will receive some form of prize. I also have to know you. If I don’t know you, how will I give you your prize? This will run from now until Dec. 31, 2008. Seriously, it could be fun. Also, the person who can tell me what song I modified in the posting, "Oh come to the church in the ghetto, oh come to the church in the cliff" will reveive a bonus prize... Danielle, it would be slightly unfair for you to take this prize.