Happy Birthday Alicia, Jack, and Nan!
It's
days like yesterday that make me miss my friends while they're right
next to me and resent work. Luckily, my slave drivers allowed me
a day of freedom yesterday since I just HAD to attend this CMU
orientation dessert reception to do the "awkward shuffle," meet new
people, and realize that in three short weeks I'll have to actually act
my age. However, for now, I think I just like to temporarily
pretend I'm all grown up and normal when I feel that it's necessary,
and apparently, I'm believable:
"After having to spend the
day with twenty-some sixteen year olds, it's so refreshing to talk to
eighteen and nineteen year olds ... I think once you graduate from high
school and realize you're going to college, you become more mature."
Yeah ... Maybe the majority does mature, but MAYBE there's just a
slight possibility that a few out there still laugh at things like,
"choch," "EGGROLL!", or "cat," and give nicknames to people like "Dr.
Deck" while claiming that they not only LOOK like pirates, but in fact
ARE pirates. It is also possible that these same people will sing
along to songs (instrumental parts too) in weird voices, using any
object as a microphone or drum. They might still not know which
corner of an envelope to place a stamp on and believe with all of their
hearts that if they just put a person's name on the envelope, the
letter will somehow find its way to that person's mailbox. One
can probably find several of these people in grocery stores, whining
about not being able to find Mini M&Ms (because they are just
superior to regular M&Ms) and then pouting. Those people are
also most likely arguing about which cake mix is best before finally
settling on "Funfetti" and considering the glittery Barbie
candles. Some of us still understand that the different kinds of
sprinkles are indeed different and will not hold back when there are so
many color choices for icing -- who cares if the kitchen looks like a
battle field in Candyland? When there isn't one around, a few of
us will attempt to be an electric mixer complete with the whirring
sounds. If you look out your window, you may find us out there
one day driving around, lost in your neighborhood without any worries
about time or finding what we're looking for. It is very likely
that every now and then we'll forget how to be socially normal for our
age and will unexpectedly barge into your house bearing ridiculously
decorated cupcakes and then proceed to explain some of the cupcakes
inbetween fits of giggles. We head straight towards the desserts
at any gathering even though we've eaten nothing but sweets all day and
we'll definitely wave like fools at strangers just to chuckle at their
bewildered faces.
I don't regret any of it.
Despite my massive sugar migraine, I practically laughed myself to sleep last night ... Laughter heals all.
