Hi there.
First of all, apologies for the sub-par (to put it generously) poetry that has showed up on here as of late. I have this MISERABLE (once again, being generous) English class, where all I do is write poems and/or letters, and it makes me sad to just chuck the poems out. So the next best alternative is to stick them on here, which, really, is sort of my cyber waste paper basket anyway.
Right now I am sitting in my hotel room in Allentown, PA (bleh), on the final night of the American Forensic Association district tournament. This has been a pretty relaxed tournament for me, because I’ve already qualified my main speech for both national tournaments, and I JUST brought out this other speech (which sucks) so I’m not all that invested in its success. So, nerves-wise, this tourney has been a nonevent. Which is good. What ISN’T good is that this is the first fucking weekend of spring break, and here I am chilling in my empty (my roomie’s having an intense boyfriend phone talk out in the hall) hotel room, dead tired and dreading waking up at 6am, but also UNABLE to fall asleep for some reason. Aaaah.
Anyway.
I’m pretty excited to have this week off, because LAST week was pretty much the worst week I’ve had in recent memory, and it’ll be nice to possibly sleep and spend some good old q.time at the cabana. And also to see my long lost buddieeez.
It strikes me, writing on here, that my life has been pretty mundane lately. Usually I have at least like one life highlight to share, and honestly nothing is even coming to mind right now. My life is just at a boring, boring place. And it makes me want to cry, kind of, because I feel like there is no time in life for boring stretches. Because I’m going to die one day, sooner or later, and as I’m gasping out my last breaths in whatever way that’s going to end up happening, I KNOW that I am going to be wishing that I had spent these mundane stretches of my life differently. Which may be a strange or depressing thing to think about, but if you DO actually think about it for a minute, it’s like, shit. I better find me some adventure.
Which is how I feel.
…I don’t mind confessing on here that my life is lame and boring, because I feel like if you’re reading this (which, most likely, you’re not, but IF you are) thennn your life is probably in about the same place. Or at least your day.
Exciting news is that me and Richard Roeper have THE EXACT SAME Oscar predictions. Seriously, I sketched up my projected winners last week, and just tonight I watched Roeper’s little Oscar Predictions special, and I was like “Honestly, Richard. I’m glad to see you have your fucking spies in my camp.” While I was watching it, though, I decided that if my life plans A, B, and C fall through, that I would TOTALLY ENJOY having my own show where I reviewed movies. First of all, I would be wonderful at it (clearly), plus I would be super mean and entertaining, and I really think that I could give old R.R. a run for his money. Probably not, but. It would be a fun job.
Anyway, I’m actually going to attempt some sleep so that I get more than like zero hours. I hope you, my devoted and numerous readers, enjoyed this rollicking “kicking off spring break” post! Woooooooo.
I wish I was drunk right now.
