It has come to my attention that my first few chronicles were a lot funnier than they have been recently. Someone suggested this may be because I’m maturing. If that’s the case, I want to stop maturing RIGHT NOW. Are maturity and humor mutually exclusive? Let me go back… Ahh, freshman year… The time of playing all night and sleeping all day… Here I am in a underground steam tunnel, lurking like the nocturnal rat I was through forgotten crevices. Onward! Graduation, prom… Stop for a moment - my first real kiss.

Me: “Well, I had a really good time…”
Her: “Me too… Might I get a kiss?”
Me: “Guess I’ll be goin’ now”
Her: “Kiss me.”
Me: “Night!”
Her: “Mmmph, smack!”
Me: “… … Let’s do that some more.”

We cannot stop though! 11th, 10th, 9th grade… Elementary school, preschool! Whoa…. What the? We’ve gone too far! I’m in the womb! No one’s funny in the womb! “So, I was feeding through my umbilical cord the other day and I really didn’t like what I was gettin’.. but it’s not like you can send it back, can ya!?”

I don’t think it’s maturity though… If people matured that fast, they wouldn’t see it coming, and midway through life, they would look around and realize they had lost their youth, have some sort of crisis, and would probably try to regain it in vain by buying fancy cars and having an affair. And that sounds just ridiculous doesn’t it?

A guy asked me to dance the other day. I thought he was kidding so I kind of laughed a “hey, good one” laugh. He just stood there expectantly, and I got a little uncomfortable, but didn’t want to offend, so I started to stand up… “Just kidding” he said, and I slid back into my seat, embarrassed. Why don’t people follow social rules?

I’m terribly sorry, but I MUST go to bed now.. Tomorrow at 8:45 I have social dance, and I don’t want to slump into my partner’s arms, snoring in time to the waltz beat.

Quote of the week:

Yeva: Sorry…

I’ve never laughed at one word so much as that one… I am still laughing.