don't you love when {unnamed} people think their blog has put them in some type of famous standing, and they refuse to blog on the weekends somehow proposing that their new found status requires them to do so, just because they can? they are after all, famous now.
don't you love when your bed has become your complete place of residency for exactly 51 hours, and you did not even give it permission to do so?
don't you love when you have hoards of homework, possibly plenty of time to do it- mostly because of recent quarantined-ness, but no where near the brain capacity to do any of it?
don't you love when adults- and adults being defined as, human beings over the age of 50 because i am pretty sure that age 21 falls under the "adult" category- i know, i know- we don't know ANYTHING, we don't have ANY experience, we AREN'T adults. . . try to pickle you into admitting that you are pronouncing a lie when in fact, you are NOT. .?
don't you love when the only thing you have eaten (and eaten being more of a broad term meaning drinken (not a word.. i just realized this)) is gatorade and chicken broth, and although your stomach may rumble for real food, once it is given some and it tries to digest it- immediately throws it right back to where it came from?
don't you love when you ransack your dad's movie collection for anything, anything other than old western movies and 1970's musicals, and come to find- nothing. so unsuccessful at finding any type of normal movie, just to possibly lull me to sleep and numb my mind of the hoards of mucus currently running down my throat, while causing my growling stomach to ache, and remembering the right shoulder has had 2 hours of laying on and now it's the left side's turn. .? But. . . no. nothing.
don't you love when it's June 15- it's been raining for weeks, the sky is gray, i have mounds of homework, and i'm sick with this said flu. . .
and you call this summer??
1 comment:
emily... you are such a great writer!! I am sorry you are sick.... get better soon :)
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