I spent my day like many other people: being lazy. It's nice to set aside a day (After trudging through the demands of school) and snuggle up in a bed and watch a television show. Today was one of those days for me. For the past six hours, I was watching the first season of the show Community. I would say I was addicted, but I just simply label it as appreciating. Although it feels strange not having to worry about a test or homework assignment, I rather enjoy these days and treasure them. Cause tomorrow will come and another day of surviving the complexities will slap me in the face. This process (one that I despise) repeats itself for the next four days. How many times do I have to hear a high school freshman worrying about getting a girlfriend. Child please....when I was a freshman all I worried about was doing well in school and staying out of trouble. Anyway, I watched twenty-four episodes of that show and laid on my Marvel Heroes pillow (Yes...I a have Marvel pillowcase and it is hella comfy).It's on these "Lazy Sundays" that my brain rests and recharges itself like those Krazy Energizer (the company that has that little bunny with the drum that goes on and on or some type of stuff like that...I don't know) batteries that recharge. When the sun goes down and the stars come out (Dammit...I just realized I quoted a song from that British band), I start occupying myself with some type of mental stimulation. My favorite go to activity is writing fictional stories; the writing of fictional stories allows me to create a universe in vain of the one created by Marvel comics. After spending an hour on my writing, I usually find myself sinking into another "Lazy Period," which usually consists of lying on my bed and watching some type of movie (which is usually Beauty Shop). I love Beauty Shop; that movie is so hilarious with its random jokes and sassy retorts. It usually cheers me up and puts me at ease (even after watching it five hundred and forty-seven times). Anyway, I usually find myself in my "Lazy Period," which interrupts my late-night sleep pattern and causes me to wake up in a rather grouchy mood (cross me in that mood and I may cut you...or not...). Due to my "Lazy Sundays," the day ahead transforms into "Dreaded Mondays". These are the days where I begin to mutter to myself, excessively roll my eyes and sass random strangers at school. For example, a few weeks ago, I underwent the most dreaded "Dreaded Monday". On that day, I encountered a girl who cut in the lunch line (because apparently she was in some big rush). Quickly, I piped up and said (rather loudly): "Excuse me?!" The girl turns around and replies: "You talkin' to me?" "Um...yes...don't be cuttin'. There are tons of people who have waited to get their lunch. Get to the back of the damn line." She spent the next few minutes ignoring the final words that trailed out of my mouth. "Did you hear me?" The next few words that she hurled at me consisted of middle fingers and bad words. I remained silent (for about two seconds) and piped up again: "Gurl...you must be mistaken...what gives you the right to talk to me like that girl from Love and Hip Hop. Get some class and a dictionary...because you exhausted all of your vocabulary." She stood there for a second and gossiped with her friends. "Did you just call me stupid?" "I didn't call you Albert Einstein...so let that sink into your mind." "Shut up little kid!" "I'm a senior!" This exchange went on for about two more minutes. Suddenly, silence fell (the thought of baby dolphins playing in the clean ocean kept me from going Love and Hip Hop Atlanta)...when we both got our lunch, I spotted her waiting outside for her friends as they got their lunch. I leave her with a few words of wisdom before I head back to my friends: "It would be wise to try hitting the books rather than the tricks in your 'hood'. A little bit bit of reading (not of the sassy variety) will do wonders for your mind...maybe then you won't have to resort to your rather...limited...vocabulary. Have a nice day!" With that said, I walked away and survived the worst "Dreaded Monday" in recent history.
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