Oh God, I was just thinking about the time when I was 8 and was in a bowling league and there was a girl in my bowling league that had a bowl cut and didn’t look like a girl at all and one time her little brother was teasing her and said, “You’re such a girl!” and she didn’t say anything back so I was like, “HAH! Your brother just called you a girl!!” and she was just like, “I am a girl…” so then I ran to my mom and told her I felt sick so I could go home.
Remind me to get the holes in my bowling ball resized.
Three nights this week I dreamt about the same guy. The same guy who may have broken my heart in high school. I say ‘may have’ because I can’t imagine what really getting your heart broken feels like. Though I guess if I’m having dreams about him three and a half years later, there was some profound damage done.
Last night’s dream involved him getting shot and paralyzed from the waist down. He was wheel chair bound and couldn’t play basketball anymore.
So maybe it’s not him that had a profound effect on me, maybe it’s Degrassi.
This afternoon when I woke up I remembered that it was GPOYWednesday and I decided I wanted to find a picture of stressed out Elaine Benes because that’s kind of what I was feeling like when I woke up. I found a picture and decided that the face Elaine was making in it best conveyed my emotions for this end of the semester Wednesday.
WELL, just now as I was watching the Seinfeld rerun that comes on Fox at 3 o’clock in the morning, this image of Elaine appeared on my television screen!
be forced into completing a series of meaningless, sometimes nonsensical, DIFFICULT tasks strung together by stress, anxiety, insomnia, thousands of dollars of debt, and lots and lots of microwaveable carbohydrates then by all means GO TO COLLEGE.