Enter at your own Risk

Daily Prompt: Clean House

Tell me about it.

There is definitely junk in my life! There is clutter. There are newspapers flying all around the room, folders seated in my bed, notebooks reclining in my chair. Give it back! I need to sit, too.

Makeup and chapstick and deodorant all dancing around the desk for some odd reason. Apple bags on the floor. A plastic Margarita glass flipped upside down. Sneakers on the ground. Pants on the ground. Oh yeah, and internal clutter!

Everyone’s life comes with clutter, whether you’re a neat freak or you’re me. There are people you don’t like. There are people you disdain. There is homework. There is scolding. There are reprimands and beasts and screechy chalkboards.

But then there is joy, and there is happiness.

I am content with my messy room. We are content with our messy lives.

The Life and Times of your Typical Target Shopper

Daily Prompt: Ready for Your Close-up

Perhaps I read the prompt wrong. I guess I don’t feel like casting the movie of my life. It seems too obvious. It would feature me, myself, and Irene. Or possibly my roommate and the people down the hall. Regardless, I’d prefer to tell you about my life.

Today was the third day of class. Yawn.

That’s what they want you to think!

It was enthralling, actually! Let me give y’all the rundown:

Monday: Hebrew and Music.

Tuesday: nada except for a Target run with my roommate

Wednesday: First Year Seminar mixed with Music, yet again

It’s weird. I’m not always the smartest of the pack in a discussion-based class like I was in high school. And I kind of like that. I promise I will rise to the challenge and do my college homework and study my brains out. Yet I also enjoy learning from my peers, who are friendly, enthusiastic, and sharp as a pin.

So my life goes like this: I enter college. Just a small town girl. I hang out with friends. I eat vegan muffins from my roommate. And I make Target runs. Also, there’s this thing called studying. Better start doing that. For the drama and the climax and the film noir, see me after Christmas. For now it’s smooth sailing.

Loosey-Goosey

Daily Prompt: Life Line

Oh please! I don’t need to be on a plane to have my fortune and my destiny and all my life’s hopes and dreams told to me. I don’t need a palm reader. I don’t need a hypnotist or a charlatan or even the real thing. I’ve got older parents!

Nag nag nag. Nag nag nag. My ‘rents fret and worry and tell me I’m not ready for college and we have to go to Staples and have you seen the new pajama bottoms at Bed Bath? Kohls today. Gap tomorrow. Anxiety every day.

Sometimes I call my mother “a big ball of anxiety.”

I think it makes her more anxious.

Part of her nervousness is  because  we don’t have all the supplies–all the new shirts and bras and slippers necessary to survive the twenty-first century Animal House.

In fact, I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did watching the season finale of Breaking Bad. Must have been therapeutic.

Dear palm reader,

Can I borrow your crazy hat/scarf/whatever you call it? May I borrow your magic eight ball? Pass the  large majestic eyes, would you please?

Dear Mom,

I’ve got a reading for you:

Chill.

Summa Cum Laude

Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?)

When we think of party, we think of college. When we think of college, we think of Animal House. And when we think of Animal House, we wonder who survived.

In my current schedule, I have two free days per week. Party?

I’ll probably join Philosophy Club.

I’m not much of a party person. In fact, someone recently asked me, “Do you like to party?” It was awkward. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the floor, only it was on Facebook chat.

 

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