Unpacking today, I found an old journal. It's dated "Late '94" meaning I was 13-14 years old. In it I found a list entitled: Things to Do IN THE SUMMER!
- Collages galore
- Go for a walk to 7-11 for an Evian
- Call [cousin]
- Call [friends]
- Call [favorite aunt]
- Get a tan
- Read a worthless novel
- Essay on the decline of America
- Read, read read
- Decline something
- Write to [friends]
- Paint toenails red
- Dance
- Logic problems
- Talk to [little brother]
- Go on swings
- Develop a crush
- Find new methods of self-expression
- Redecorate
- Play the piano (need practice)
- Factor something
- Laugh for no good reason
Comments:
I'm kind of speechless. Reading this, I can't imagine how I wasn't the victim of a vicious hate crime.
Decline of America - I sincerely hope
that essay was for school. Otherwise, why was I thinking about the
decline of America? What did I have to say on the topic? "Not enough
gummi products?"
Evian? EVIAN?
Worthless novel - I must have
developed some rarified literary tastes when I was TWELVE. How
refreshing that I was willing to lower myself in deference to the heat
of summer.
New methods of self-expression - There
is nothing I can add to that. It's pure genius. I will never say
something that funny again so long as I live. Imagine this:
Mom: Hey, hon, what are you going to do today while I'm at work?
Me: Well, I thought I'd paint my toenails then really buckle down and find some new methods of self-expression.
Mom: Okay, don't forget the dishwasher is full.
Me: Kay!
Laugh for no good reason - Hee! This is awesome. Just image me, only tiny, and my glasses are huge, and I'm taking my summer logic problems VERY SERIOUSLY. Then I look up, and think, 'Wait. It's summer. I can let loose a little. Hah. H-hah? Ha! Ha! Ha ha ha! Okay, that's done. Now, onto Latin.'
This list is embarrassing, yes. But
it's also encouraging. For one thing, I no longer have to wonder why I
didn't have any friends as a kid. Mystery solved! Also, it's comforting
that I've already BEEN a huge pretentious douchebag!
I already hit rock bottom, when I planned a summer activity involving
factoring! I'm so much more fun than I was when I was 13 - who else can
really say that? I'm getting younger! Granted, I know depths of
self-loathing I didn't suspect possible, but that's okay.
I'm going to go punch myself in the face now. Bye!
Zeke makes just such a list every morning, and it's even MORE pretentious.
Posted by: Anthea | October 11, 2006 at 06:55 PM
Heh -
1. Several high jump repetitions - 6 sets of 5.
2. Try to tell Human to put an ice cube in my water.
3. Consider the aesthetic value of tongue grooming versus hideous water baths.
4. Essay on Paws versus Hands.
5. Take a nap, even if I'm not tired.
6. Find new methods of self-expression.
Posted by: Ro | October 12, 2006 at 10:24 AM