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I stink. I need to take a shower.
Yesterday was pretty eventful. My mom, the baby and I went to CMU's Carnival (or Tech Fair as everyone who's lived in Pittsburgh forever calls it). We walked through the booths that were open and I won this little gummy frog thing in the Ancient Egypt/Old Testament booth. I think it's the Old Testament…I'm not up on my Bible. The booths that we visited were all very impressive. The theme is Great Moments in History. One frat's booth was “The Invention of the Assembly Line.” What jackasses. Say what you want for industrialization, assembly line work definitely sucks…at least for the people on the assembly line.
End Proletarian rant.
Anyway. I took the baby on the merry-go-round, which he was none too thrilled about it. I guess he's just a little too young for that. He wouldn't hold onto the pole so I had to put my arm around him and hold the pole myself to keep from falling onto the ground. He just clutched the drawstring on my hoody and looked extremely concerned. When the ride was over I picked him up and put his arms around my neck and squeezed. Aww.
We played some skeeball, which is always fun but at $1 a pop was too expensive for us to actually play long enough to win anything. Some local band played and they kind of sucked. WRCT was there too with some pussy trance music. All in all, it was not a good time, musically.
After going home, eating some dinner and putting the baby to bed I went to Arsenal Lanes with the boys to celebrate Paco's birthday. I generally enjoy bowling but I'm really bad at it. No one seems to believe me when I say how bad I am until I actually start bowling. I think my all-time highest score is like a 65 or something equally pathetic. All of my friends are dorks, though. They're in leagues and shit and go bowling every week. Most of them break 100 usually by the 5th frame or something. (that could be an exaggeration…I'm not going to do the math to try to figure out if that's possible or not, but you get my point.)
Well, I still have some stuff to do this morning, namely change my son's diaper, shower and finish writing this review for Pulp.
Later.
