On mother-hens

AHHHHH SCHOOL'S ALMOST HERE!

And I nearly put a period after the exclamation point. I'm going to fail English so badly. 

But who cares? It's senior year! This is the year we get to be free and wild and crazy and who am I kidding, I personally plan on being exactly as stodgy as always. I can't help it. 

I actually think it's a reaction brought on by the people around me, because I know I've done some stupid, ridiculous, immature, and crazy shit before in the name of having fun. I mean, I'm perfectly capable of being a mindless, risk-taking individual (really). But it seems like there's a pattern. 

When I'm around people who are acting in the above manner, and I feel like nobody is being rational, I turn into a major mother hen. You all should know this--no doubt you have fallen victim once or twice. And it seems like it really only happens with groups, or with people who I feel some responsibility for. 

Obviously, my crazy hoo-haa-ing badass friend never provokes this reaction. And I get weirder the more quiet my companions are. Dubs has probably suffered from this before. Anyways, it is something to ponder about, and as I've spent shitloads of time in the past three days on airplanes, I have had a lot of time to ponder. I've also come to the realization that no airport codes make any sense. Except for ours. But, for example, SFO? Does that stand for San FranciscO? And apparently, there's an X in Los Angeles. Or X now stands for international, as well as christ (X-mas), which the really radical Christians probably see as a sign. 

Wow, digression!

Back to being a mother hen for a minute--it's for this reason that I'm really hoping I fall in with a nerdy, quiet group of friends in college. I'd worry too much about any wild partiers. 

On the new year

Well, a lot has happened since I last posted. Some of it's been good, some of it's been bad, some of it has just been plain strange. But most importantly, I may have finally gotten it through my head that I'm going to be a senior this year. Not next year. This year. I'm wildly unprepared, but you know what?

I figure that after the initial panic has passed, I will take this year just as I have taken every other year--with a liberal dose of nerdiness and an even more plentiful dose of slacking. And I'm guessing that regardless of what happens with colleges, I'll be happy at the end of this first doom-filled semester. I mean, the absolute worst that can happen is I'll go to BCC and will just transfer out after my first year, and even that seems....unlikely. And the best that can happen is that I'll get into an awesome school in a nice warm location *coughCaliforniacough*.

And really--why fuss? It's undergrad. IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER.

So with this new permission from myself, I have begun to play REALLY STUPID GAMES. Games like Nobby Nuss (which is about a badly animated squirrel trying to collect nuts and flowers and avoid bugs...because apparently bugs kill squirrels). And, of course, games like Gunny Bunny (which is about a badly animated bunny with machine guns taking out badly animated mice, also with machine guns). Gunny Bunny is my favorite. There is no plot, there is no purpose, and there is no game more fun.

You should all check it out.

p.s. Zombies.