*Before I go on, this post has adult-themed references. So continue with a mature mind or skip over the picture. Sorry*
Aw. 2010 is about to take its leave, and I was about to miss the chance to send it off. Some friend I am. I'm not about to make this one of those "My Year in Summation" stories. I do find them interesting, don't get me wrong, but I feel that with my (few) previous posts, the reader would...already know about it. I'm not planning to mention possible New Year's resolutions in detail, either. I feel like the word "resolution" should be capitalized, because for most people it's an event. One of those things you RSVP for, get all pumped up about, maybe even go out and buy a few things in preparation for. But as you're walking down the road to it, you catch a glimpse of how difficult it's going to be to follow through with it, and you either retreat, or dodge it and do the exact opposite. </confusing analogy> Last year I made a resolution to bring my math grade up. At that time, I had just finished a math midterm, knowing that at least 50% of my answers had metaphorical question marks floating above it, along with brief apologies to my teacher as to why I suck so hard. The holiday spirit, good old Christmas cheer, inspired me to "do my best." Ha. Haha. A little while into the second semester, I found myself dodging my self-promise and doing the opposite of what was planned. Enough of this talk. No one cares about my math grades, only colleges that will determine my course of life.
See, at this moment, I have not a care in the world. It is the beginning of Christmas Break, and duties do not exist, aside from those required to survive. It's peaceful, joyful, calm...and driving me to insanity. Oh, I love solitude, don't get me wrong. I prefer being alone to being surrounded by boisterous strangers most days. But after a day of talking to myself, looking into people's eyes on Facebook (and comfortably accepting their stares back), silent singular dance parties, lonely tent-construction, and the like, I just want people. Feed them to me, throw them in bags, shove them in my mailbox, I don't care. Social interaction is what I'm after, and I plan to get it. I've tried Omegle, but I'd rather be greeted by my name in person, rather than "asl, and r u horny;)??" Just a side note, I often respond by luring them in with descriptions of a typical sexy female, only to reveal the existence of male organs as they start to type responses. Anyway, I love the absence of homework and tests...but despise the separation of friends. Cue tears, whatever, but this probably just goes to show how much of a life I am lacking. They're most likely out and about, while I sit at hom-OH my gosh, I need to stop talking.
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Alright, enough of that serious stuff. I mentioned earlier that I constructed a tent. It's in my room now, taking up a bit of space, which is nice because it makes me feel less empty. I set my heater next to it, mocking an actual campfire. The tent smells like polyester. It came with a tube, but the box calls it a "tunnel." To clear up any confusion, yes, it is a child's tent, intended for ages 4 and up. I'm old enough. I'm never going to have this opportunity again. I slept in it, on my bed last night, and that beats anything in the world. Tempur-pedic mattresses can take my tent poles and shove them through their memory foam. It was mildly uncomfortable, as my body in a horizontal position was too large for this kiddie tent to handle. My legs were hanging out of the entry hole...originally meant for the tube. In all honesty, I would have slept in the tube, had it not been for my dignity. Also, it was prone to falling off the bed. I would not want to be discovered the next morning unconscious in a tube. I would recommend the experience to anyone, despite my issues...Happy Holidays, everyone~