You ever get that feeling after a long period of time that has some sort of significance to you, that seems like it will last a while, and then it all comes and goes in the blink of an eye? That's how I'm feeling now, and to tell you the truth, it really ticks (for lack of a better word) me off.
That significant period of time that I have gone through in "the blink of an eye" is Summer vacation. It seems like June 18 was so long ago, but back then it seemed like today would take forever to get to. I was like, "Oh yeah!" Now I'm all, "Oh no!"
Y`know?
School is just like women; can't live with `em, can't live without `em. To kids around my age, school is a death-trap, where all of the victims are killed by boredom, and the cigar-infested breath of sixth-grade teachers (I had a near-death experience with that one myself). But then, if you don't go to school, a number of things can, and will, happen;
1.) You get stupid.
2.) You get suspended, which leads to-
3.) Getting grounded, which leads to-
4.) Having a miserable childhood.
5.) You'll grow up, and have an even more miserable life, which will most likely include-
6.) Being broke, which leads to another number of things, including-
7.) Living in a cardboard box
The list goes on, which really ticks (once again, for lack of a better word) me off even more, because for every number on that list, you get another reason to go to school. It's really a lose-lose situation.
Numerous times I've considered speaking to my parents about being home-schooled, but that has it's cons as well;
1.) Your classroom population would consist of two nine-year-old brothers, which means there's twice the mayhem than an average cafeteria food fight.
2.) You won't be able to make nearly as much friends as you would in school, which would-
3.) Totally ruin your social life, which means-
4.) You have zero chance of getting a girlfriend, which means-
5.) When you eventually get married (that is, if you eventually get married), you're not going to have any experience, besides the stuff you learn from watching your own parents (but really, what's that going to teach you besides constantly bickering at your spouse, making sarcastic jokes at one another, etc.), which will probably lead to-
6.) Growing up alone, and miserable (much the same as you would if you didn't go to school, just as the above list shows.)
But, look on the bright side; that list doesn't say anything about hobos! But still, after reading that list of possibilities, home-schooling is definitely not for me.
So, that leaves me with only one choice;
Go to school.
Dang (for lack of a better word).
Well, at least I'll see all my pals again (like my mom keeps telling me). But still, it's school. Just the word sends chills down my spine.
Let's jump to a more uplifting topic, shall we? You've all heard of the movie "Watchmen", right? Did you know it was originally a comic book series? Of course you did. That series got some pretty impressive reviews when it came out. But, of course, I never knew it was a comic book series because it was first published between 1886 and 1887. I wasn't even born then! So, when the movie came out, it caught my attention. I ended up not seeing it in theaters, but when it recently came out on DVD, I jumped at the opportunity to finally be able to see it. I picked up the DVD at BJ's, and checked the back cover for the rating.
Rated R.
Darn-it to heck (for lack of better words) parental control.
So, with that, my new quest to find a decent movie to watch began.
So did my quest for a new book to read, when I realized that the movie had a graphic novel version at my public library.
After about a week, or so of waiting for that book- in which I had placed on hold- to come in, I took the book out, and I must say, I can definitely see why the movie was rated R.
It's still a good story, though. Nice plot-line, interesting characters. I'd definitely recommend it to anyone who sounds interested.
What is it with my little cousins, and their need to take their shirts off at every visit to Gramma and Pa's house? I was thinking this to myself today, during a visit with my grandparents, with those same two cousins, Noah and Nicky. Surprisingly enough, Nick wasn't causing as much mayhem as he usually does (that sneaky little devil, him...), but those boys never fail to surprise almost every time I see them. Whether it be what they had learned at their Sunday School at church (For example, they taught me- not for the first time- that "God is awesome"), or Nick disciplining my grandfather (After Pa jokingly told my mother to "shut up", Nick replied, "That's not nice to say."), those little rascals always bring a smile to my face. Although they didn't quite make me smile today when they were running around the house shirtless, they certainly did "surprise" me.
One more thing; If I had a penny for every time I had to consult my folks on how to spell words like "surprise", and "recommend", and then realize I'd been misplacing one letter, I'd be roughly five cents richer.
Yours in awesomeness,
~Ry.
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