This picture is of the carnival that occasionally sets up in the Greendale Mall parking lot. I've seen it every year since I was a kid, but I only went once. It was with my sister and my neighbor Katie Hughes when I was maybe twelve years old. Because hot dogs, dizzyness, and crowded, dirty spaces are what I believe to be life's greatest vices, I did not enjoy my time at the carnival. On the only ride in which I reluctantly participated, I expected to die; I played one arcade game and won nothing; I dropped cotton candy on the muddy pavement; I am now permanently sickened at the thought of riding "teacups". I would not recommend the Greendale Mall parking lot carnival to anyone. It does look rather ethereal in the night, though.
Today was grim and drizzly. Grizzly. Tomorrow I take my last final and then I actually am done with high school, even though I've said I've been done before countless times. This morning I ate a sandwich at 11:16 a.m. and then left the plate on the table when I went to check the mail at 11:22 a.m. The mailbox was empty, but after I shut it I looked up and noticed the mailman walking down the pathway, mail in hand. When I went back inside, I put my plate into the dishwasher. If I had done this before I checked the mail, there would have been mail in the mailbox when I opened it the first time. I was bored today and didn't have much to think about.
The song of the day is "Ingrid Bergman" by Billy Bragg and Wilco. It was playing when I swerved off the highway and into a lonely and dark parking lot to take this picture. It was also playing when I started writing this entry; the objective was to finish before the song ended but it's only a one minute and fifty second song so I didn't make it. I should have picked a longer song.