Home stretch!
Okay. I just spent a few lovely days with the parents on the Isle of Wight, seeing a few historic locales and doing a little shopping (books and shoes, I don't have need for too much more than that). There was a lot of sitting in the house and reading, which I think my parents felt a little guilty about but which was exactly, to the letter, what I needed. I envy all the Kenyon kids that went off after Ireland on further adventures, but I needed some cool-down time.
Okay. I think I'm ready for the last quarter. It's going to be a good bit more difficult than the other three, I think, but with the few days I have to re-orient myself (I have to constantly stop myself from starting another game of KH2, I really do) I should be able to get on my feet and recharge my batteries.
I don't want to go back to grocery shopping and cooking for myself after nearly a month of being looked after or eating out.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about myself in the past few days, but I've been doing that for years and constantly recounting my miniscule self-discoveries seems tedious.
Did I say that I bought Animal Crossing while I was in Dublin? Yeah. All of my little critters want me to invite people from other towns-- little do they know that without wireless, my town of "Elysium" is cut off from the world, separated from other hamlets by a gulf of space and time, and none of them shall ever breach that insurmountable dark sea. Where do new residents come from? None can say.
My hair has only been cut for about three weeks, but I have already dissociated myself from that slovenly, unkempt, long-haired hippie. Lord knows what kind of self-destructive behaviours he must have engaged in, shadowy eyes hidden behind those thick and impenetrable curls. I can see him, playing his video amusements and whispering dark truths to himself, clutching only by the most precarious thread to any semblance of sanity.
Short-haired men may act with impunity, with total disregard for other miserable mortals. I can see that now.
In Animal Crossing, I have a Sherlock-Holmes hat and a Robin Hood hat, but no bowler. What the hell, Animal Crossing?
I'm told an African man has caught a 40 centimeter shrimp. It must be true. The internet told me so.
Okay. I think I'm ready for the last quarter. It's going to be a good bit more difficult than the other three, I think, but with the few days I have to re-orient myself (I have to constantly stop myself from starting another game of KH2, I really do) I should be able to get on my feet and recharge my batteries.
I don't want to go back to grocery shopping and cooking for myself after nearly a month of being looked after or eating out.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about myself in the past few days, but I've been doing that for years and constantly recounting my miniscule self-discoveries seems tedious.
Did I say that I bought Animal Crossing while I was in Dublin? Yeah. All of my little critters want me to invite people from other towns-- little do they know that without wireless, my town of "Elysium" is cut off from the world, separated from other hamlets by a gulf of space and time, and none of them shall ever breach that insurmountable dark sea. Where do new residents come from? None can say.
My hair has only been cut for about three weeks, but I have already dissociated myself from that slovenly, unkempt, long-haired hippie. Lord knows what kind of self-destructive behaviours he must have engaged in, shadowy eyes hidden behind those thick and impenetrable curls. I can see him, playing his video amusements and whispering dark truths to himself, clutching only by the most precarious thread to any semblance of sanity.
Short-haired men may act with impunity, with total disregard for other miserable mortals. I can see that now.
In Animal Crossing, I have a Sherlock-Holmes hat and a Robin Hood hat, but no bowler. What the hell, Animal Crossing?
I'm told an African man has caught a 40 centimeter shrimp. It must be true. The internet told me so.
posted by Nate at 1:08 PM
2 Comments:
"Short-haired men may act with impunity, with total disregard for other miserable mortals. I can see that now."
It's because there isn't all that hair in front of your eyes.
How's that working out for you guys?
You know, being clever.
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