3 Things I’m Not Looking Forward To
Like a pimple on your forehead before prom I’m back. That’s a funny sentence you see because pimples are not desirable. But recently people have been asking me to write another post and that makes me feel special like I’m famous or something. So thank you to all one of you plus the squirrel that I pretended could talk. It really hasn’t even been that long, and I’d like to say that I’ve been busier with far more exciting things but that just isn’t the case. I’m just a bum. Sometimes I’ll start writing and it starts raining and I’ll just stop to admire the rain. Or I’ll start writing and I’ll think of a tagline for a movie and just think about that for a few minutes. “His only friend was his tomato. He had no feeling below his knees.” It doesn’t take much. But I’m determined today. Sometimes I have well thought out topics that I want to talk about. Today is not one of those days. So my post is about things I’m not looking forward to. Which is basically a whining session. Enjoy.
1. Frooping
So a few weeks ago, I walk into the restroom at IVC and I see the strangest thing. I don’t really even know how to describe it. This guy was basically taking pictures of his friend who was pooping in one of the stalls. It was weird. He was putting his camera under the stall and over the stall and both of them were laughing. I left the bathroom confused but i’ve been confused before and I didn’t want to pass judgment. I didn’t really understand parkour. either..or planking…or instagram’ing…or holding doors for the elderly….but everyone else seems to get it. So maybe it’s just one of those things that I’ll never understand. But if friends taking pictures of each other pooping, or frooping as I’ve come to call it, becomes a “thing”…then I’m definitely not looking forward to it.
“I told you…. i didn’t….. want….. to froop”
2. The Summer Heat
Look, I love living in Southern California. It’s a combination of it being the only place I’ve ever lived as well as some moderate brainwashing that I’ve received over the past few years. Truthfully, I never cared whether Norcal or SoCal was better. But now I’m certain that SoCal is better and I have no idea why. Anyway it seems like the Summer heat is coming. Which sounds like a metaphor for someone’s burning desire to date but I’m actually just talking about the weather. I can’t stand the heat. Everybody sweats more…gets easily angered…and I just can’t pull off shorts. Maybe that’s the main thing. I just hate shorts. Because you can’t really wear them with shoes or your shins look really short. And if you wear sandals and go indoors the AC is on so you get sick. And I hate looking at people’s knees. They just look like aliens growing out of your legs.
“Never buy your girlfriend a….hair holder?”
3. Weekend Summer School
-So if you don’t know, I’ve been taking prerequisite courses so that I can apply to grad school for physical therapy. It’s pretty exciting to think about but the process itself is painstakingly dull. I’ve been able to find joy in a lot of things that I have to do but I’m not sure about summer school. This summer…for 8 weeks…I have to take classes…on the WEEKEND.
“No Caption Necessary”
I know. The weekend is for cereal…and Pokemons. It’s not a decision that I’m excited about but it’s a necessary one to apply for grad school within a certain time frame. So this is my way of basically saying that I won’t be seeing people for two months starting in May. Also, I won’t be at Berean for 8 weeks. Which sucks. Seems really daunting right now. But one thing I was thinking about is the kind of time I spend with people. As I think about spending 8 weeks away from Berean, I realize that a lot of times I think about Sundays as the day that I get to see all my friends at church. And I try to pass off my casual hangouts as fellowship. Instead of being a good steward of my time with people I usually just get lazy and want to eat or watch a movie or eat or eat. I think being away from Berean for a few weeks, while not ideal, will give me an opportunity to see what I’m holding on to for the sake of comfort and will give me a nice little kick in the butt when I get back.
Side Note: I’ve been doing this weird thing when I sneeze recently where I end with this high pitched sound. It doesn’t hurt or anything it’s just deathly embarrassing. That is all. I don’t really feel like proofreading so if this post doesn’t make sense it’s not you. It’s you.
