You’re a little late

I want to be surprised.

I find that with every year that goes by, my imagination and that of the world around me becomes smaller and more limited. I swear the word has lost just about every ounce of originality left.

I remember when I was a kid, my little cousins and I would make ‘clubhouses’ out of polka-dotted blankets, and my grandmother’s old floral print sheets that we held down with canned foods as weights. We’d pretend that we were hiding in caves of tibet, or we’d sleep in canopies that we hung on the stairs and pretend that we were on ships that were hiding from sea monsters – we even used to get mad at each other if one of us left the clubhouse without a jacket, since it was ‘too cold outside’ to leave without one. We’d do ridiculous things such as dig up giant holes in the backyard thinking we’d find a treasure chest, or sitting in the back of my dad’s volvo and pretending to shoot away velociraptors that were running towards the car, or close our eyes when we flew on the swings cus we thought it’d make us go faster.

The Smart and the Stubborn.

We were supposed to work together as 4 girls towards a common goal, but one of the girls, today, decided to quit – because she was working two jobs, had too much from school to handle, and had to worry about other things such as paying for her living space.

This was similar to a choice I tried making with my boyfriend at the time, during middle school, when we were choosing our classes together. I wanted to do the full IB diploma, and he only wanted to do some of its classes. I remember he said something like “There’s no way that I could do all of it, so I’ll just pick the things that I know I’m good at.” and decided to go for the certificates instead of the entire diploma. I chose the diploma, and struggled, while he took the certificates and made the a-b honor roll.

Blast from the past

My bunny jumped out of his cage and decided to chew up my mouse chord, keyboard chord, cable chord, and some other chords that have yet to be discovered as damaged. So – I decided to hop over to my little brother’s computer, where I fell upon his old buddy list on AIM – and saw the screen name that belonged to a guy I hadn’t talked to in a long long long time.

We both agreed, that we were really enjoying the time to ourselves that we both just recently found after a pretty long, drama-filled wait.