Bored

Sometimes I get bored.

Things like this happen.

My soul still has some 'child' in it.

I have some very childish tendencies.  I think the only reason for this is that, like most people, my childhood had some problems.  The difference, however, is that my mind is stuck into an optimistic temperament.  So my older self continually acts like this.

Sometimes nothing at all is all it takes to make me extremely happy.

1. I went to see the Phineas and Ferb Disney Live show when it came to Huntington.  My two little sisters and my mom enjoyed it just as much as I did.

I love Dr. Doofenshmirtz.  If I could have, I would have gotten his autograph.

2. My little sister likes to leave all of her kid's books in the downstairs bathroom.  On a side note, I sometimes read children's books.

3. My childish attitude actually makes younger children adore me, I would be a good babysitter if not for the fact that I tire easily.  I can play for 2 minutes and then I'm worn out.  So that, coupled with the fact that some children annoy me, is why I will never be a babysitter or daycare worker.

4. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else has ever acted like I do and were arrested for suspicion of drug use.

5. Thankfully a lot of the things I like are just as appreciated by other child-at-heart, young adults.

Like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

A lot of people don't like Princess Celestia because of the conspiracy that she's a hellion that has been granted total control over the world and it's inhabitants.

I, however, think she's awesome and she is my second-favorite character after Fluttershy.
I may like her because she's 'The Boss'.

6. I don't really care what anyone thinks of my taste in television programming and I continue to occasionally awaken myself for reruns of Sonic X.  I haven't been doing that lately however, as I find the internet more suited to seeing the episodes I want to see, when I want to see them.

Ever sit through the japanese episodes of early morning kids programming?

These instances are the kind of things you encounter, but much more and more often.

I love it.  Those crazy japanese people... honestly.

So... the radio can be pretty hilarious...

Yes, the radio.  One of the least appreciated forms of the communication of comedy.  Luckily for me, my parents have Sirius radio so we get A LOT of stations.  Of which we listen to Radio Disney, The Pulse (occasionally), and Blue Collar Comedy (Yes, it is a radio station on Sirius.)

I should also mention that the radio has almost always seemed to be communicating with me.

My mom could be cruel sometimes.

While my family and I were in Illinois this past weekend something incredible happened.

The radio did something fucking hilarious.

Alright, so picture this, you are sitting in the back of the van watching your family as they prepared to buy a meal from McDonald's.  The radio is on the Blue Collar Comedy Station where a comedian is telling his jokes softly.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Apparently the comedian decided he was going to drive his point home by yelling in a very long, very loud, and very monotonous way.  Then your baby sister decides, "What the hell, I'll scream too, this guy makes it sound fun!" (she's not a baby baby, but a five-year old with ADpossibly'H'D)  So now the five year old is screaming, the radio is screaming, mom is yelling at the five year old to shut up, and dad is trying desperately to get everyone's orders.

So as I was laughing internally about the sheer hilarity of the current situation, I decided enough was enough and suggested dad turn off the radio.  That act alone was enough to bring total silence to the cacophony making it's home in our van.

It was all thanks to me because I am MAGIC.

OMFG!

MONEY IS MADE OF COTTON!

MEMORYYYYY!!!!! I WILL DEFEAT YOU!!

I have few enemies. (I also have few friends, but that's beside the point.) There is no greater enemy to me than my failed memory.  I have not been diagnosed with any kind of memory problems, but my mind is insistent that they DO exist.  It tries desperately to prove this at any occasion.

Like that one time I forgot who my little sister was while I was looking at her.

Or that time I forgot my friend's birthday right after she told me when it was.

As you can see, my memory deletes almost instantly.  I do not know how to fix this.  My laziness only contributes to the problem by preventing me from trying methods recommended for memory improvement by those guys on that Brain Games show, particularly the third episode involving memory and recall.

About a week ago I went for an interview with McDonald's.  I remembered that I was supposed to call them to see if I had been hired yesterday.  I received no help or information from the girl who answered the phone.  I promised myself I would call again today.  Even though I should have remembered that my phone sucks and does not hold a charge if I even dial a number.  It just so happened that I asked the girl to allow me to speak to the woman who had given me the interview. She had just left the phone to get the lady... when my phone decided it was tired and shut down.

LOL

I was traumatized.

So many thoughts began revolving in my head about how I would never be able to call them again because I was certain they now had me pegged as that jackass who calls and then hangs up when you go to do what she asks.  So I waited... and waited... and my terror has only grown worse.  I am terrified of calling them now. Sure, they could say they don't mind the accident, but they will hate me forever.  I don't know what to do.  I am reasonably certain that I will not be hired by this particular McDonald's anytime soon.

But there is still hope for my future yet, because a friend of mine has told me about a job where I could make around $10 an hour.  That is the only thing keeping me from locking myself in a room full of chocolate ice cream and some toothbrushes and toothpaste and crying my way through it all. (The toothbrushes and toothpaste are necessary, my teeth hurt when I have too many sweets. High-five for pain-reducing foresight!)