When things got tight during college and especially during grad school, I would find in comforting to think come Monday (or whatever day the paper was due) this will all be over. It will have been turned in somehow and I will likely still be alive. As I sit here, at 10:30 on a Saturday night, attempting to write a memo, make a grocery list, and watch Top Gear, I am comforted by this thought. On Monday, at 5:00 p.m., this will be done.
Top Gear has become like Gilmore Girls for me. Comforting, like soup and old friends. A background noise that makes me feel like maybe there are still good things in the world. Maybe one day I will go to Yale and learn the difference between a Bugatti Veyron and Maybach. Or maybe I will drown in paperwork about copyright infringement, no one will ever find me, and Rob will get stuck with $3 million in student loans. I think all of these are equally possible.
Home again for the weekend. It is surprising what a 16-year-old girl and an 18-year-old boy take for granted.
What do you mean I have to empty the trash? Well sir, how do you think the trash gets emptied every night? By magic? I know we live in the age of Harry Potter, but you bet your boots trashcans aren’t emptied by magic.
You were given $40 for the weekend for food. It’s Saturday. You have $10 left and haven’t eaten lunch. What were you going to do tomorrow? I dunno….
You need to remember to feed the cats. I did….yesterday. Yes. But the bowls are now empty and we have three cats. Oh…
Why are there 15 blankets on your bed? I can’t figure out how to turn off the air.
Have you checked the mail since Mom and Dad left? Erm….This is how stupid people are able to steal people’s identities. Smart people just hack your e-mail.
For your viewing pleasure… another thing 16 year-old-girls do…
Very different from 24-year-old girls. Who write blogs to avoid research.