Um. Well. God is good. That's all. No. I lied. There's more, but that's what keeps it all in perspective.

So. Every year, I get the urge to blog about the State Fair when I work there, and it often becomes unwieldy and boring. So here are my inkilings and kidlets. Highlights in other words.

People watching very early in the morning, when no one wants fish and chips, and the line for cinnamon rolls stretches before me, ripe with sketch subjects and chuckle-inducing things.

for instance.

You know how when you're at the fair, all your food fills up your hands and you can't eat? I saw an elderly man who had rigged up a tray strapped to his stomach so he could pig out happily with both hands. Scorn? no. I envied him.

Also.
an eighty year old man wearing pajama pants really high, with suspenders.

a man with a foot-long Santa Beard, rather rotund, wearing red overalls and a red shirt. He resembled a crimson Santa ball ornament.

There were many more, but those are what I recall right now.


I shall sum up with a picture from the height of the Ferris Wheel, late at night. A family tradition, one that never fails to enchant me.


ANYWAY. about college.
I has moved in. Middlebrook Hall is a lovely place, full of Arts students and honors geniuses and Institute of Technology kids. The sixty people on my floor represent at least ten countries. It is a party.

The U itself is slowly seducing me. It is a city, yet green, with peaceful bits like the country, places where you would never know you're in a major city. I love its size. I love that I can go from my dorm, where I know people, to the Mall, where I know no one, and can go about my bizniss unbothered. I like walking around and thinking of all the people studying fascinating things, the inner workings of cells and atoms, the subtleties of cultures, the many facets of literature and stories, the million oddities of human interaction and sociology. And then it is delightful to study such thinks myself, and really sink my teeth into them, in a way not possible in high school. The noise and life and company is comforting. There is ALWAYS something to do or see or research or read. There is hanging out to be done, drawings and wearable art to be created. It feels like home. There will be days that are less homelike, but that is life, and real, deep homeynes takes time, always. This isn't adequate, yet again, and I have no photograph to upstage my silly words.

It is a good place.


P.S. you really didn't need to read all that.