And the Laws of Physics were suspended

Gravity hill.
Myth or legend? Or fact?
Though I have been there twice in less than twenty four hours, I am by no means an expert.
In layman's terms, it works like this:
1. Find the thing. (You are on an unmarked road surrounded by lots of corn and no people.)
2. Pull your car/truck/minivan up to the convenient graffiti that proclaims, "Start!"
3. Put car in neutral
4. Your vehicle rolls UPHILL.

Last night Nick, Brett and I (who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?) went to Gravity Hill. I was doped up on "Nite time" (the generic NyQuil) and slept through most of it. Brett saw mice, Nick saw deer and I peed in a handy plastic cup. Nick tried to urinate as well, but he heard "creepy noises" and decided to hold it.

We rolled up the hill twice, but Nick and Brett were not impressed. I went back to sleep.
The next day I set out to Gravity Hill again with Alec in tow. He funded the journey because I'm a loser with no job or money. (Sorry Alec)
The winding country roads, the golden corn, the blue sky dotted with wispy white clouds and the curious smell of overripe grapes; it was glorious.
We listened to Sondre Lerche and I drove too fast.
And gravity hill worked again!
My brakes went out as we coasted down the road, I was alternating between slamming down my e-brake and the regular fucked up ones. I managed to stop the car, which had been going fifty, and began a cautious descent just as a redneck in a truck came flying up the road at sixty.
Near death experiences are fantastic.
After we left that enchanted countryside, we explored Prosser, WA.
I was impressed. We found a record store, Jazz cafe/bars, cute houses and a vine covered high school.
Tired and sweaty, we drove home like zombies.
All in all, a great day.
I love leaving the city limits.

Happy!

Quite honestly, today and yesterday were some of the finest of the summer. It all began at around eight 'o' clock a.m. I was picked up in a white truck and abducted!
My captor was kind to me, but his cousin forced me to sing silly songs until my lungs were rather tired and longing for cigarette smoke.
After this she let us watch Flakes, a fantastic movie that featured Miss Zooey Deschanel. (My icon and true love) It was a charming film, complete with happy endings and songs about cereal.
Then we all swam about, me ending up with silly bohemian Jesus hair and runny mascara. Still, it was a regular blast. Factor in some Windwaker and you have the makings of a lovely day.
We got back in the white truck and headed back to writer's club. Much was accomplished, but not by me. I lazed about pretending to work on my novel. Alec finished three chapters and I had the pleasure of listening to more of A Fairy Tale, by Mister A.B. Chunn.
And today you ask?
Painting!
We painted until our hands were blistered and sore. Stopped once for a slurpee and Mac&Cheese.
Finally, the alien abduction painting is finished.

Here is a close up of the girl...

And the theme of my happiness, the glorious and wonderful:
"Fuck You"

Thank you God for days like these.

Oh... and I got a job interview!
As the janitor.
At four in the morning.
Yuck.