This is my golden post (and I'm not talking about word quality but rather post number)! As a matter of fact, I should be sleeping til a golden anniversary...pulling a Rip Van Winkle--but instead, here I am, because let me tell you, it's difficult to fall asleep with all that raging silence in your ears and my parents should be getting to town in an hour anyways.
The reason I'm in need of sleep is because I stayed up late writing a paper instead of studying for a French test that I bombed today. When I walk into Research Methods he tells us we have until Friday for our Introduction section of the research paper due to the death of a family member. Well, maybe it's too soon for jokes, but his family is about to lose another member due to my stress overload and inability to think due to the worst sinus infection in all my two very decades.
Speaking of two decades, I don't see how anyone can call a toy I played with as a child "vintage." I'm not even quite twenty. Slow your roll, geezers.
Segway back to my terrible day. In order to unterrify it, I gave a choppy monologue over a Chick-fil-A picnic table (in the cold, because I "wanted to suffer" [and I have a strange friend]) depicting my perfect life coming true before my eyes. I'd give you an encore, but it wouldn't be funny here, and maybe wasn't funny to begin with. However, later in the day my cynicism disappeared with delirium and I actually did begin to "tweet" (tehe, how cute) things I legitimately enjoy that aren't, more or less, probably pipe dreams. I realized it wasn't quite so hard to achieve, other than the challenge of time.
For instance, I now have a Super Nintendo, Furby, scooter, and laser tag set (that needs to be uncorroded) in my dorm. I think that balances nicely with the textbooks. I've realized if you don't enjoy your life all that much, you just have to go back to a time when you did. I should've been a video gamed kid. I'm not sure why I'm not.
--Segway to flashback of older brothers not letting me play so I sat and watched, enjoying the graphics instead, segway to actually getting a chance to play with other kids but not wanting to be embarrassed due to my lack of experience, segway to the creation of more complicated games than Aladdin as I watched quietly from the sidelines--
Oh yeah. Now I remember. It's because I had older brothers. Too much older brothers. They could not take the incompetence of someone a decade younger.
If life is structured like a video game, the boss is time.
All those little mini-bosses are just ages in your life. If only I had the time to destress by sitting around playing games and riding scooters with my pals. Maybe take in a nice (currently overpriced) nanodog keychain since real fur isn't allowed in these parts. Instead I get piled under a ton of assignments like a pea under thirteen mattresses, and I don't really feel like I'm learning. There's gotta be a better way to handle this whole education thing. If this little Jill could just tumbl(r) all day, Jack wouldn't have to jump over some candlestick.
But after everything is due this Friday (granted I'm sure I'll have some exciting work assigned for Monday), I'm kickin' back and enjoying myself this weekend. Legit. I'm going to cook some food, even if that's more Totino's because I'm cheap. I'm going to play some games, take some pictures, pop some bubblewrap, catch some Z's, build a spud gun, and bro, I'm going to beat that pinata I got for my birthday. Psychology can kick my ass all day, but if there's one thing I'll never forget, it's how to be a kid. And kid equals fun.
Wanna join the Mischief squad?
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