In case anyone was wondering where I've been all day... yep. It was pretty awesome, too. I went on a sum total of two rides, due to the fact that I am addicted to carnival games and wasted most of my money of them, and that the second ride was so poorly done that I think I might have bruises from the amount of times my head was slammed into the metal sides. On the brighter side, though, I got not one but two awesome hats from the souvenir shop, not to mention a stuffed monkey and bear as prizes. I originally had a green bear and a fake samurai sword, too, but the samurai sword was thrown away after breaking while coming out of the package, and the bear was so ugly and malformed that I felt bad for it and left it on a bench for some crowdgoer to pick up.

It should be noted that those Minnesota State Fair commercials are nothing if not honest. They have absolutely everything edible known to Man crammed onto a stick, even if it's so huge and/or oddly shaped that they need to serve it on a plate/napkin with just a small stick jammed into the middle. It still counts, darn it. They have everything sane, like corndogs and kabobs, to chicken patties, swedish meatballs and potatoes, to an entire onion with cheese dip, to pickles, to... well, I gave up once I ordered chicken and got a patty minus buns, with a stick jammed into one end like a lollipop. It was burnt crisp and tasted just as much, but the games were fun and cheap so I can forgive that.

As far as complaints go, the only really big one I have with the State Fair is the fact that they have this thing called the 'extreme park' or something along those lines. It's the area of the extreme rides, such as rock-climbing and the human slingshot. It sounded like the kind of place where I'd waste my time, especially after seeing people being flung up at 5 G's in said slingshot. However, as I pulled out my tickets, I noticed that this ride didn't take the regular ones. No, this took extreme tickets, which were red and huge, because we all know tiny blue tickets are for pussies. So I pulled out my fifteen bucks and walked over to the extreme ticket booth, all the while imagining what it would feel like to be flung up into the air at 5G, climbing four stories at a rate of less than a second. 

...Then I saw the price. They were having a sale that day: 4 extreme tickets for only... (drumroll please)... ten dollars. The Human Slingshot took five tickets, and it was also on sale. A one-and-a-half minute 'ride' for the low sale price of $12.50, mathematically speaking. The rest of the extreme rides were just as bad. So I was like, "NO. SCREW YOU", which probably would have gone a lot better, were it not for the fact that the shiny blue cap, deep jeans, and transition glasses I was wearing made me look kind of like Miley Cyrus... and the fact that it was a thought and I didn't tell anyone specific about my feelings. So I missed out on the extreme rides, but I got to go to the arcade and waste the last of my money, watch some guys kick *** without gum on DDR, and passed by some other guy who won the jackpot on a game that had been building up the prize for so long that it was well over two or three thousand tickets. He ended up having to shove them all into his backpack by the time the count got to 600, just to have somewhere to put him. I wasn't the only person who cheered when the count ended, and who stood by to watch as the machine actually ran out of tickets and had to be refilled in the middle of dispensing by an attendant. I got some Silly Putty with my tickets. This guy probably bought the arcade.

In other good news, though, I finally got off my lazy butt and made a friend here--flufflenecharka. Which is kind of weird, seeing as it took such a short time to befriend people when I first got onto DA. Everything's easier there... and yet, their ads bother me and the Message page keeps going non-responsive on me. C'est la vie. I guess I should be grateful that I still have time to delete angsty entries before people notice, and leave fanfics on cliffhangers for unruly amounts of time.

Though, for now, I'm off to go spam people's journals, read up on communities, and try and fix this right-alignment thing my journal has taken to that I don't like at all. Later, then.

Your pal,
Agent Ed