I Am Not Five Anymore

"I see your mouth opening and closing, but I can never hear anything you say to me!"

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The last time somebody accused me of being that quiet was probably back in elementary school... when I transferred to my new school in the middle of kindergarten.

"Family" get-togethers that make me regress thirteen or so years back into that timid transfer kindergartener are absolutely awesome, aren't they?

If I am acting like the five-year-old me again, I would like to start picking my "lucky object" for an all-day hopscotch marathon outdoors in the fresh air instead of getting set up to stay up and work into the wee hours of the night writing five legal briefs, starting on two papers, and catching up on the hundreds of pages of reading material I have been oh-so carefully neglecting.

Parisian architecture and the most minute details of all the phases of the Russian Revolution never never sounded so exciting.

By the way, I am really sorry if my "smile" in the "family picture" looked more like a pained grimace, but it is kind of hard to fake smile genuinely when I die a little inside every time I have to go to one of these events. Whose idea was it to put me smack dab in the middle of the crowd anyway?

Oh, and I think I blinked.

Both times.

P.S. Of course I lied when I said I wasn't going to bitch about fraternity-related stuff anymore.

But no worries - there are definitely some major positives in my life that keep me feeling bubbly and happy.

It is just that much more fun to write scathing posts complaining about the state of things than it is to gush and speculate about good things. Actually, I secretly believe that any blog-related speculation tends to jinx things, so I will keep my neurotic thoughts to myself, leave it at that and continue with my series of negative rantings.

Better in than out, yeah?