Anyway, let's jump right into it, shall we?
Or let's just talk about this picture for a bit.
This picture makes us appear to be retarded retards. It might be the beer bottle on top of the very leaning stick stuck in the ground. Or it could be the way we are looking at it.
Anyway, onto something else. I had to take my cousin into the elementary school today to walk around, find her classroom, meet the principal, etc. Now, I was kind of excited because I went there about 17 years ago, and I hadn't been there since. So we passed the cafeteria, which is pretty much the only thing I remember clearly (probably because I loved food so much?) where I was reminded of how badass I used to think I was when I had pancakes for LUNCH. Anyway, the first thing I see is a framed picture on the wall. I instantly knew what this was. This writer/artist came to our school and showed us how he did his illustrations of dogs. When he was done, he signed it and put the date, 1995. I got ridiculously exicited upon seeing this, and said to my little cousin, (rather loudly, I couldn't control the volume of my voice) "I WATCHED him DRAW this when I was SEVEN years old!!!" to which she nervously laughed and gave me a look like I was mentally unstable. Her only response was "It's always been there..."
Also, we checked out their "outdoor classroom" which was a few picnic tables under a sort of tent. Which I thought was cool, so I figured I'd tell my cousin about how the college I went to had an outdoor classroom as well. I said "yeah, it was in the woods!" because honestly, Bridgewater State's outdoor classroom used to be in the goddamn woods! She gave me a look like she did in the cafeteria. A look of sheer horror/worry, and the well known look of embarrassment of being related to me.
I was just randomly reminded of a funny scenerio that took place this summer. It's not that funny, really, but it is to me. I was at the Cabbyshack in Plymouth getting lunch with Sally. All of the sudden, I had to go to the bathroom. If you're not familiar with the Cabbyshack, which I really wasn't, the walls and stuff are decorated as an underwater scene. Or some shit like that. I don't really remember the specifics. But yes, rather "nautical" if you will. So wandering around looking for the bathroom, I saw a sign with "restrooms" and an arrow, so I figured that was the way. But here is the funny part. There were two doors, no words, no labels, no nothing. There were only two pictures, one on each door. One of them was a Pirate (I capitalize Pirate because I feel like they are important people), and the other was a Mermaid. (They are important, too). And I hate to admit it, but for a SPLIT second, I actually HESITATED. Not like seriously hesitated, but like, if someone were to watch me, it'd be really embarrassing. I'll admit it, I'm obviously officially retarded. (Disclaimer! While most of you are probably assuming I was drunk, I had half a beer at this point.)But as I went into the Mermaid door, I thought I would justify my retardedness with the fact that I would honestly rather be a Pirate than a Mermaid. Maybe that is why I faltered. And I don't mean it symbolically, as in I'd rather be a boy than a girl. I honestly mean I'd rather be a Pirate. Because they are badasses and they shoot cannons and steal booty and drink rum, while Mermaids just swim around and perch themselves on rocks. And sing sad songs about wanting to walk. And I can't really see myself wearing a seashell bra. But I CAN see myself wearing an eye patch. That is all.
So tomorrow is September 1st. And that officially sucks because summer is over.
Anyway, I'm going to suggest the song of the day. It's an oldie but goodie.
M.I.A. "Paper Planes"
-Jenny
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