Despite staying up last night, I managed to wake myself up for the farmer’s market to look for some apples. How did they not have any apples? Seriously, there were all of these vegetables, but not any fruits. I guess I don’t understand farmers markets. At least I got these sweet tacos that were somewhat authentic. I mean, they used a tortilla instead of a shell and they used two tortillas, but I don’t see tomatoes on tacos. Whatever, I miss tacos. Before we left, we went to the music store and played around with the instruments.
Immediately after getting back, I check the mail center for my letter. It wasn’t there.
Soon after, I had to go to Walmart and get some groceries because I was starving and running out of food, and I didn’t know how much longer I can last(sorry if I sound like Bear Grylls while writing that). Plus, I had to get some apples since a certain farmers market, which I won’t name because I’m really nice, didn’t have any. The good news is that a nice lady, who had apparently been making apple crumbles for twenty years, told me what to buy. Whether it’s mom, my girlfriend, or a random lady in Walmart, it’s nice to know that someone in my life will always tell me what to buy. I bought way too many items and almost broke my arms trying to carry my items back. All of us may have bought too many items, but we made it. Also, our bus drive came from Canada, moved to Texas, then moved to Ames. He was pretty cool.
It wasn’t long before we had a cookout! We ate burgers, played Frisbee catch, and played Fibbage (where I won again because I’m a genius). We all had a great day again and I’m not sure how many good days we can have. Do good days run out? I sure hope that they don’t.