5:30. Mom and Dad are going out to dinner with Conrad’s mom. Find out that we have very little food in the house and that my parents are giving me ten bucks to buy dinner. Realize that my parents are well acquainted with Conrad’s mom but that I never speak to Conrad. Wonder if that’s weird. Decide it doesn’t matter.
Experience hunger. Go to Subway to buy a sandwich. Experience an extreme craving for ice cream. Contemplate that getting ice cream is the antipathy of getting Subway. Think about how delicious ice cream is. Cave; go to Schnucks and buy a chocolate bar. Go home.
Turn on 105.5, “the station that has the competition running scared,” while eating Subway. Listen to Jamie Foxx and Drake, and then Drake. Contemplate whether Drake is deserving of two songs in a row. Contemplate that I don’t “know way too many people here right now that I didn’t know last year,” and that I don’t really give a shit. Decide I wouldn’t make a very good rapper. My socioeconomic background would get in the way of my rap ambitions, if I had any, at least. My complete lack of cool would also get in the way.
Try to decide whether “this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known,” and decide I’m a little young to be answering questions of that depth and significance. Decide I’ll give it another shot when I’m twenty-three and on the radio. Listen to Guy-Who’s-Not-My-Boy-SuavA-or-Steve-Harvey spout some drivel about Usher. Listen to Jay Sean and Lil’ Wayne. Decide that Lil’ Wayne is overrated. Decide that Jay Sean is overrated, but at least he can sing. And “Hit The Lights”, apparently, although I wouldn’t really know anything about that. I’ve never hit a light in my life. Listen to an ad for Proactiv. Listen to ads for things besides Proactiv. Listen to some music I don’t like. Find out that Guy-Who’s-Not-My-Boy-SuavA-or-Steve-Harvey is DJ Mondo. Finish my Subway. Gleefully eat my chocolate.
Realize that it’s now 6:30 and I have no plans for the rest of the evening. Try to decide whether that’s pathetic. Try to decide how pathetic it is. Console myself by reminding myself I have plans tomorrow and on Monday. Listen to “hot 105.5” shamelessly self-promote. Listen to Keri Hilson sing about her “derriere”. Contemplate poking eardrums out with a toothpick. Decide that’s a bad idea. Escape Keri and her “Pretty Girl Rock” by turning the radio off.
Now it’s 6:35; still no plans for the evening. Contemplate the social norms which compel me to feel inadequate because it’s Saturday night and I’m sitting in my kitchen, writing my blog. Decide I need to shower and to eat less chocolate. Imagine that my parents are having more fun than I am right now, and feel more inadequate. Decide to watch The Office.
In case you were wondering:
Fall For Your Type -- Jamie Foxx feat. Drake
Over -- Drake
Hit The Lights -- Jay Sean feat. Lil Wayne
Pretty Girl Rock -- Keri Hilson
I wouldn't recommend any of them, to be honest, but to each her own. "Fall For Your Type" is all right, I guess.
Perfect title. I like the blow-by-blow account, and the snatches of reflection in between. Its a really surprising style, and I find it works well. It's like giving the reader a tiny peek into your everyday existence.
ReplyDeleteI think your Saturday sounded like fun - I love evenings when I have nothing to do and no one around; it's always a chance to just, well, do nothing, and relax. And at least you had the company of the radio!
ReplyDeleteHaha~ I think this is a really funny post and I actually like your "stream of consciousness" style writing. I've found myself in similar situations listening to the radio and being like 'wth are they playing...' and wanting chocolate.
ReplyDeleteThis was so enjoyable to read! I loved reading well, your thoughts. I've had similar evenings myself and it's nice to read about someone who has had similar experiences as me. The radio is a funny companion on nights like this. Can't stand it sometimes but at least it's white noise. Great job :)
ReplyDeleteReally? I despise having plans, it means I actually have to do them, or I'll have to politely cancel, which is worse. But moreover, I fail to comprehend why the anticipated consumption of ice cream is necessarily the antipathy of the anticipated consumption of a chain sandwich. It cannot be so badly looked upon as all that.
ReplyDeleteThe change in the style of writing worked well, given the blog-material. I here, oh-so-helpfully, suggest that you avoid learning social norms and standards. They rudely impinge upon happiness. Eg, a world where chain sandwiches and lactated products can coexist, can dance and whirl, protein a protein, in your stomach.
ReplyDeleteInteresting post, I enjoyed the story of your saturday night. On the rare chance that I'm not out on a saturday night I usually make it a food night and eat until I can't possibly eat anymore, that's the way to go. I think that the writing style you went with was very effective in telling your story. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteI'd be lying if I said I'd never felt the same way. Oh, Saturday...now I'm craving ice cream too. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteYour writing style and your title was very unique. In some ways it made me want to read more. Anyways, your saturday night seemed very fun.
ReplyDeleteGotta love the train of thought style of this post, its really fun to read. It was really well done and was pretty much perfect for this story. Good job!
ReplyDeleteNice use of a present tense, play-by-play voice. It's probably not a good idea to eat too much ice cream. But chocolate has many redeeming qualities. Or so I like to believe. (And please don't try to disabuse me of this notion.)
ReplyDeletei can't believe you had ice cream without me.
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