Rambling

Note: I really enjoy prefacing my own posts with something. I was exhausted and just started writing and this is what came out. Sorry if it’s incoherent, but, I typed this while looking like a complete vegetable.

A lot of people like going to the beach but I don’t see the appeal. It’s not for me. My summers were mostly spent in libraries and baseball diamonds. I used to hide out in Goldhawk Park library reading books and going on the internet watching wrestling .gifs (because before youtube, .gifs were the shit). Libraries have got a hell of a lot cooler now, with their selection of DVDs, graphic novels, and a ton of great books but I stopped going years ago. I’m quite particular about my books and prefer to buy them so I can read them in the condition I want them to be in, rather than risk getting a copy from the library that might have been underlined or highlighted. Have you seen how people highlight or underline text in books? Back when I had to research for my essays (I just make up shit now) I’d open a book to see that almost everything was highlighted except “the.” Why not just colour the page you scrub?

I don’t get beaches. People tell me it’s fun playing volleyball, tanning, and all that other beach stuff. There’s probably frisbees involved, but I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve been to one since my trip to Cuba and that’s only because it was there and I had nowhere else to go. But unless people actually brought all that stuff, there’s nothing to do at the beach. I love how they call it tanning, because it sounds like an activity you do. You’re really just lying there. Stuff is happening to you, but you’re not doing anything.

When I wasn’t in the library or baseball diamonds I was riding my bike around. That was until my bike got stolen. It sucks because my bike was beside my friend’s bike but it was mine that got stolen. It was random but because it only happened to me I felt targeted.

Cold movie theatres and the smell of popcorn. Those were my summers. I remember we went to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle one summer, and someone bought jellybeans to eat. There were these annoying kids in the theatre running around so I took a jellybean and whipped it in their general direction. It was dark, and I didn’t think I was going to hit them (which is precisely why I threw it in their direction), but I heard an “ow!” I don’t know how they knew it was me but they went outside and dragged an usher to get us kicked out. He told them “he THREW A JELLYBEAN AT ME” and they looked at me with the box of jellybeans, and I denied it. “I don’t know what he’s talking about, how does he know it’s my jellybean.” I didn’t get kicked out, but I wouldn’t have missed out because Rocky and Bullwinkle was horrendous.

These were my summers. My summer this year has been crap. It’s just sitting at home watching movies, going out to play softball when I have to (it seems more of a duty now than anything), and going to work any other day. If my life is so boring now, I wonder what I’m going to reminisce about when I’m 60?