up late update
i always forget that when i come home from college all i do is shop and have long late-night conversations over coffee with high school friends. it's nice, but leads to inevitable caffeine-induced insomnia (and eventual bankruptcy).
my parents have stopped waiting up for me when i come home at night, which is liberating, i guess, in a way. or it maybe just means that my life has become predictable and uninteresting. or maybe i'm too old to elicit much concern. it's strange being in my twenties. i avoided going running through my sub today mid-afternoon because i knew that schoolchildren would be released and for some reason, i felt old. twenty-one to a middle-schooler is Very Old.
instead, i watched some pretty fabulous video clips on my elementary school's website of student council election speeches. the speeches were clearly written by parents and the slogans all felt forced and, at times, ranged from inappropriate to hilarious. my favorites: "renee will take you all the way"-- both suggestive and confusing to me, followed by "a vote for colin is a vote for happiness"-- yes, i do want to vote for happiness, no more votes for sadness! another girl ended her speech with "my name is sara smith and i approved this message," which was followed by an enthusiastic hitler-esque salute at the camera. i'd frankly have been torn on who to vote for. okay, that's a lie. i'd vote for happiness.
i only wish they'd caught the talent show or international fashion show/musical on tape. (i could only see a plethora of very posed, very painful-looking pictures-- and by painful, i mean fantastic). as my parents once wrote in brief bio circa 1993: "debby enjoys playing soccer, fighting with chrissy, and watching old school musicals on tape." still, perhaps, all very true.
over and out.
my parents have stopped waiting up for me when i come home at night, which is liberating, i guess, in a way. or it maybe just means that my life has become predictable and uninteresting. or maybe i'm too old to elicit much concern. it's strange being in my twenties. i avoided going running through my sub today mid-afternoon because i knew that schoolchildren would be released and for some reason, i felt old. twenty-one to a middle-schooler is Very Old.
instead, i watched some pretty fabulous video clips on my elementary school's website of student council election speeches. the speeches were clearly written by parents and the slogans all felt forced and, at times, ranged from inappropriate to hilarious. my favorites: "renee will take you all the way"-- both suggestive and confusing to me, followed by "a vote for colin is a vote for happiness"-- yes, i do want to vote for happiness, no more votes for sadness! another girl ended her speech with "my name is sara smith and i approved this message," which was followed by an enthusiastic hitler-esque salute at the camera. i'd frankly have been torn on who to vote for. okay, that's a lie. i'd vote for happiness.
i only wish they'd caught the talent show or international fashion show/musical on tape. (i could only see a plethora of very posed, very painful-looking pictures-- and by painful, i mean fantastic). as my parents once wrote in brief bio circa 1993: "debby enjoys playing soccer, fighting with chrissy, and watching old school musicals on tape." still, perhaps, all very true.
over and out.