Random story
Time just seems to pass by when you’re doing something you enjoy. Why can’t it pass quickly when you’re doing something that you absolutely despise? Such as doctor’s appointments. They’re always so embarrassing. Someone you barely even know looking at you and telling you what’s wrong with you.
‘Oh, sorry, you have scoliosis,’ or, ‘You are developing nicely -- I’d say you’re at a level “3”.’ Things like that. And when you’re sitting in a tree, reading, time just flies by and it gets dark before you finish the book. It always seems so unfair. I hereby declare that time should go slower when you’re having fun and go faster when you’re in the middle of something you do not enjoy very much.
I want a magic wand.
It would e so much fun to just go *poof!* and have what you dream -- or make time go slower when you’re having fun. I’d like world peace. I’d flick my wand and then *ta-da!*, world peace. Lovely -- in my dreams. Maybe I should just carve my dreams into a tree, causing it pain and peeling off the bark so that all the bugs can get into it and eat it from the inside out. Hmm. Nah, I don’t think so.
‘Life is like a teacup -- if you sip it too quickly, it’s gone before you know it.’ I never really thought of it that way. I guess it’s true. My friend wrote this in a notebook of mine that I used to spy on people with. She claimed that she had made the quote up [I hate it when people say ‘Quote… unquote.’ They think they’re so smart when they say that]. She was a genius. I envied her -- for her writing, for her popularity, for everything. But I had just come back from overseas, so what could I expect? I didn’t really know how people were here.
Remember those Amelia Bedelia books? Sure, I loved them, but now when I look back on her, I realize that she always took things way too literally. I mean, for real. Who would make a cake out of a calendar? And who would hang the light bulbs outside? Come on. Yes, I’ll admit, they were hilarious at the time, but now, they’re just dumb. And just watch; I’ll be reading them to my kids when I grow up. That’d be kinda funny.
I’d just won a writing contest for one thousand dollars, and I was wondering what to do with the money. I knew two fifty would go to charity, five fifty into my bank account, [I had an obsession with the number 50,] but that left two hundred for… anything. So basically I was wandering around with $200 in my pocket, just hoping that I wouldn’t get robbed or anything. I stopped occasionally at a café for a coffee or a quick bite to eat. But that came from my own money; not the crisp hundred dollar bills that lay folded up between the strap of my underwear and my skin. I liked the feeling of how it crinkled against my hip when I walked. I wore a long hippy skirt and a blue long sleeved shirt with holes up the arm that I had cut out and stitched to make it look like I had bought it that way. I carried a small black purse with a pack of tissues, a small notebook, and lip chap/lipstick for whenever I needed to pretty myself up in a hurry, a small mirror, a pocket knife, and a packet of matches. Nothing of real use. I carried my wallet in a small pocket in the skirt. Hey, no one was going to take my skirt, right?
‘Oh, sorry, you have scoliosis,’ or, ‘You are developing nicely -- I’d say you’re at a level “3”.’ Things like that. And when you’re sitting in a tree, reading, time just flies by and it gets dark before you finish the book. It always seems so unfair. I hereby declare that time should go slower when you’re having fun and go faster when you’re in the middle of something you do not enjoy very much.
I want a magic wand.
It would e so much fun to just go *poof!* and have what you dream -- or make time go slower when you’re having fun. I’d like world peace. I’d flick my wand and then *ta-da!*, world peace. Lovely -- in my dreams. Maybe I should just carve my dreams into a tree, causing it pain and peeling off the bark so that all the bugs can get into it and eat it from the inside out. Hmm. Nah, I don’t think so.
‘Life is like a teacup -- if you sip it too quickly, it’s gone before you know it.’ I never really thought of it that way. I guess it’s true. My friend wrote this in a notebook of mine that I used to spy on people with. She claimed that she had made the quote up [I hate it when people say ‘Quote… unquote.’ They think they’re so smart when they say that]. She was a genius. I envied her -- for her writing, for her popularity, for everything. But I had just come back from overseas, so what could I expect? I didn’t really know how people were here.
Remember those Amelia Bedelia books? Sure, I loved them, but now when I look back on her, I realize that she always took things way too literally. I mean, for real. Who would make a cake out of a calendar? And who would hang the light bulbs outside? Come on. Yes, I’ll admit, they were hilarious at the time, but now, they’re just dumb. And just watch; I’ll be reading them to my kids when I grow up. That’d be kinda funny.
I’d just won a writing contest for one thousand dollars, and I was wondering what to do with the money. I knew two fifty would go to charity, five fifty into my bank account, [I had an obsession with the number 50,] but that left two hundred for… anything. So basically I was wandering around with $200 in my pocket, just hoping that I wouldn’t get robbed or anything. I stopped occasionally at a café for a coffee or a quick bite to eat. But that came from my own money; not the crisp hundred dollar bills that lay folded up between the strap of my underwear and my skin. I liked the feeling of how it crinkled against my hip when I walked. I wore a long hippy skirt and a blue long sleeved shirt with holes up the arm that I had cut out and stitched to make it look like I had bought it that way. I carried a small black purse with a pack of tissues, a small notebook, and lip chap/lipstick for whenever I needed to pretty myself up in a hurry, a small mirror, a pocket knife, and a packet of matches. Nothing of real use. I carried my wallet in a small pocket in the skirt. Hey, no one was going to take my skirt, right?