Is it possible that I survived junior year with my sanity intact? End-of-the-year reminiscing sees the past year as a blur and a breeze—words that I never thought I would use to describe junior year. Alas, I have now utterly lost my motivation; simply reading a book now seems like a chore.
The school bus is a rather unfashionable hang-out for most upperclassmen, but lacking both a license and a car, I usually have no other choice. After missing the bus--my final action of junior year--I doubled back to math class to wait for Sue with Olga and Sruthi. Inevitable loitering ensued while, well, everyone else got ready.
Color me surprised when we arrived at Sruthi’s seemingly empty house, but it turned out that her friends are just too good at hiding. Following much jabbering and random outbursts, we finally got settled down to what else? A game of football! The Netherlands and Ivory Coast duked it out in Nuremberg, Germany while a group of junior girls spastically cheered them on in Acton, Massachusetts. Other than passionately rendered screams of “Gooooaaaaal!” and puns of homoerotic innuendo, the discussion somehow also included racial relations and the political ramifications of football. Wha, what? I just want to ogle at my hot guys.
More ogling ensued after the deliciously yummy lunch of Indian food, this time at males equally unavailable. Howl’s Moving Castle was a jumping, fractured narrative with way too many loose ends and strange twists, but who cares when we have Howl? Vain, self-absorbed, temperamental, and impossibly handsome both raven-haired and blonde, Howl is a sexy beast. Gratuitous “nude scene” very yummy indeed.
I suck at playing video games. No further commentary needed, though failure is very fun while it lasts.
After so much couch potatoing, we took it upon ourselves to get some fresh air. An outdoor game of psychiatrist began on a spider-like contraception made to torture toddlers and then moved to a splinterful picnic table. Very sadly, it was my time to go home afterwards.
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