Today I woke up at around 5:30 with a sore throat. Hurt a LOT, almost like someone had shoved a branding iron all the way to the back of my mouth. I looked around dizzily, thought about the pain, and fell asleep again within two seconds. After getting up an hour and a half later, I discovered (SHOCKER!) that there was no more pain.

I had to go to the "Georgia Mountain Fair" in Hiawassee, which I definately did NOT want to go to. There are a million things I can think of that I might enjoy, none of them outside of a half hour away from my house. Hiawassee, on the other hand, is two hours away. I slept most of the way there, owing to the fact that I had gotten about 5 hours of sleep.

The fair was definately filled 100% to the brim with hicks, hicks, country bumpkins, and more hicks. It wasn't horrible I suppose, lots of decent items were being sold. All the girls my age kept lookin at me in what looked like it's positive. Almost like they were seeing something totally new and foreign, but not at all unpleasant. :) [I was by far the most ghetto one there]
We ended up getting barbecue sandwiches for lunch (good), funnel cake after that (Really GOOD) and ice cream to finish (Fattening, but GOOD TO THE EXTREME)

Near the end was the bluegrass concert.....ugh. Bluegrass is what my dad likes. I don't like it much at all, but I have to admit that it's probably the best genre of music that I would never listen to in my free time. Of three bands, only one didn't make me want to slit my wrists, Rhonda Vincent and the Rage. They're pretty good, famous nationwide, and I got lots of close-up pics to boot. :D

Wanted to stop at Nora Mill on the way back, which is the best place for anything bread or wheat-related, but they were closed. Ended up picking up supper at Burger King, where I discovered their quadruple-patty Stacker to be really good. It's layered from bottom up like this: bun, patty, cheese, patty, cheese, bacon, patty, cheese, patty, cheese, bacon, bun. Huge mother.

Came home, unpacked, played Starcraft with Steely. What more do I need to have a tiring, but oddly fulfilling, day?