I'm so ready to go back to school though; I'm going bonkers in this house. My parents are driving me insane. I know it's not really anything they're doing, specifically...they're just being normal parents. It's just that it's gotten to the point where even their well-meant gestures annoy me. Maybe I'm just tired of that feeling of uselessness that comes with unemployment. Yes, I have been that kid this summer--the one that doesn't have a job and spends her time plunked on the couch watching television and slowly munching her way through bags of cheese puffs and TV dinners. But in my defense, I have been trying to do stuff around the house, cleaning mostly, but...have I mentioned that cleaning's not my forte? Well, cleaning is not my forte.
So today, hoping to feel a that being-productive ego surge, I decided to tackle the college packing list. However, I ran into a couple snags...
a.) I lost the packing list.
b.) I am too lazy to write another packing list.
Oh, cruel world. How you torment me! *shakes fist at the sky*
Anyway, I figured I would need clothes at college, since I hear public nudity is frowned upon, so I gathered up all the clothes that I thought I would want to wear and then realized that I have enough clothes to dress a small nation. How did I manage to pack all these things up before? Let alone fit them in a dorm room. I'm telling you, they've bred, that is the only explanation for why there are so many.
Another reason I want to go back to school is that I'm very excited to see my boyfriend. What, you didn't think I could get a boyfriend? Yes, sometimes the fact shocks even me. He lives over six hours away when we're not at school, so we haven't been able to see each other all that much. Long distance is hard, let me tell you, harder than I thought it would be. It's just that so much can get misinterpreted when you're not with each other--especially over text. Ugh, text. Oftentimes, I think it was one of the worst things ever invented. Ok, I guess maybe not as bad as say the machine gun of nuclear weapons, but still. Have you ever had the experience of telling someone a story and suddenly you find them not listening? It's seems to go something like this:
Me: So, there I was walking down the street, when out of NOWHERE there came this giant purple garbage bin--
Faceless Person: Uh huh.
Me: --and it hit me SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES, and apparantly there was some orange goop on it--
Faceless Person: Haha yeah.
Me: --so now that's why I have orange hair...*notices Faceless Person is texting and falls silent*
Faceless Person: *continues to text, not noticing their former conversational partner has ceased speaking. After a while....* Oh, keep going, I'm listening.
Me: *refuses to speak until the Faceless Person will give Me their full attention. A long silence ensues.*
I mean, come on, how rude can you be? If you're having a conversation with someone and you get a text, look at it later for god's sake. I'm sure that whatever it is they are texting you is not important enough that it can't wait five minutes. You wouldn't suddenly start talking to someone else in the middle of a conversation, would you? If you would do that, I hope someday you get bitch slapped.
Anyways, I think I've rambled enough for one day. Here's another Random Fact: I really like Blue Sky natural cola--it's made with real sugar!
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