Monday, January 24, 2011

I am Twelve.

I bought a sparkly, purple gel pen last week.

From the chaos of starting a new semester, discovering half of my class schedule needs to change, and finding out working at 6am is much harder than I thought it would be, to catching a horrible cold that knocked me out all weekend and made me incapable of doing any homework, I can easily say that gel pen was the best part of my week.

I've been too embarrassed to use it though to write on the sign-ups that go around classrooms for one reason to another. Seriously, what I am? Twelve?!

And then I though about it. I have not changed much from twelve. First it was the gel pen, then I noticed my closet (which happens to just be racks in my living room. What?). Almost every item in it is studded, sequined, bejeweled, furry, or fluorescent. Huh.

Then I thought about my recent taste in TV and movies. Kourtney and Kim Take New York was everything I hoped it would be last night. I seriously considered wearing my Dash t-shirt and holding my autographed copy of Kardashian Konfidential while watching the show. I refrained, but mainly because I had already put my pajamas on and couldn't possibly think of moving unless it was to go to bed. Also, I spent all weekend upset because The Princess Diaries is not on Instant Play on Netflix. Really, Netflix? Next time I get to Target, I really think I'm going to purchase the DVD myself so I never have to experience that withdrawal ever again.

So what I've come to realize is that I am twelve. But I am like, the ultimate twelve year old. So, I'm just going to go with it.

And I am totally going to use my purple, sparkly gel pen on sign-ups in class from now on.


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