*9:22 PM May 23, 2010
You know summer's coming when the subway starts to smell like--
*Sigh* I'm sorry, world. I couldn't finish that joke because I cannot concentrate due to the fact that my sister is skyping with her boyfriend in the living room. And jokes do not come easily when my gag reflex is being triggered this much.
Anyways...
You know what I love about old people? All they want to do is talk for an hour with us youngsters and tell us a story that usually begins with "Back in the day when I was a lad..." And even though the story is really boring and useless, it makes them so happy that you listened. And to all those jerks who think that they're crazy, I say: Yes, they are crazy, and yes they're weird, and yes they drool on themselves a little bit, but they are going to die soon and you'd be selfish not to listen and make them feel like they haven't shared a great deal of wisdom with you.
I say this because I recently was stopped on the street by an old Jewish man when he commented on my (awesome) Monty Are I t-shirt. And even though the conversation disjointedly jumped from the topics of Walt Whitman, soul mates existing, and the fact that Sandra Bullock used to be his neighbor, I was really glad he stopped me. Because after 20 minutes of standing in the cold, he shook my hand and left me with the cliche message of "Follow your heart."
Seeing as my birthday is around the corner, and I am about to turn the useless age of 19, this message hit home. I'm freaking out! Tuesday will mark the start of the last year I'm allowed to be stupid and reckless. In other words, the end of my life! Think about it first before you call me dramatic. What does the future hold for us? Full time jobs (ugh), debt (the worst), marriage (ew), monogamy (doubtful) , and kids (shoot me in the ovaries)!
What I'm trying to say, world, is to live your life so you have some stories to tell random kids when you're old and wearing diapers again.
Goodbye, world. See you when I'm 19.
Love, Me
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I'm going to be twenty on tuesday. You can still be crazy, and you can still make stories you'll be able to tell when you're older. Don't worry, you have a few more years until you're old. And it's not like you don't already have stories as it is. And as for your sister skyping, don't gag love, she's making her own stories too. "Back in the day, when I was a young woman, I used to talk to my boyfriend through two-demensional computer screens on my lap-top computer. Not like these teleportation devices you kids seem so fond of these days..."
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