EVIL FACE PAINT:
So, after winning my brownies while standing on space #10, I went over to the face painting lady. She had no takers so I felt sorry for her and willingly alowed her to graffiti my face. ..... well, considering that any one of THOSE was a possibility, I made out pretty good. I asked for some fire, she asked if I wanted a ball or streak. I said I didn't care. When she was done, she decided it needed a little tree to be burning, and before I could object, she was underway again... I went back about three minutes later, again feeling sorry for her. I decided to let her have my OTHER cheek. I told her to do whatever. She decided to make "a picasso masterpeice". It was a little red circle with blue, green, and yellow lines all over the place. I went back one last time... she wanted to put a rainbow on my chin..... I sighed and told her not to girl it up too much. She started by making green, and yellow stripes. Then my mom said it was time to go. The lady said that all I needed was some clouds. She doodled quickly and I was off. I went through the gym looking like a guy from a freak show with one giant pimple on my left cheek, a burning cow on my right, and an oddly striped thing on my chin. What a day.

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LITTLE OLD LADIES TRYING TO POISON ME:
So, we got the brownies home and put them in the fridge without too much melting. My mom was througholy convinced that the silver sneakers group (old people who do walking and running excersizes) was trying to poison us because they had donated the sweets. I thought this was rediculous but it got my paranoid none the less. I totaly piged out... It actually managed to last several days, which is odd in this house, what with my dad and all...

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QUIZNOS:
Oh my god. So, a few days after the face paint, we decide to try quiznos for the first time! What a mistake! OK, so we walk in and the first thing to hit us is the smell! It smelled like a rental car! When we went to order, we were greeted by a thin, evil looking indian woman. She had long, crimson nails and crimson lipstick, and just looked all-around UGLY! The menu was about as tasty-looking as she was; everything came in odd combos that nobody would want to try. It seemed like the menu was made by a drunk! Who ever heard of a tomato-mayo-on-white-with-chicken sandwich? Huh? And when we asked what kind of bread they had, the lady said "bwe'd gotsa whiteses and da wheatses" . Wow. So, we get a sandwich (they got tomatoes, I didn't. My thoughts: if anyone's tomatoes in the country are still bad, it's quizno's). She cut the bread and the cheese (no pun intended) on the counter with a dirty looking knife. Then we got it home and (believe it or not) ate it. It was delicious. I wasn't expecting that! It would be a much better thing for a friend to pick up for you, rather that to have to watch them make it. *shudders* It still can't stand up to subway, especialy not the meatball marinara!

Spencer