A Case of the Mon-Days?!

It turns out that there is no such thing as a “case of the mon-days” as an intern at 826LA. Today happens to be my first Monday as an intern, although I started here a couple weeks ago, so perhaps as I get used to things here Mondays wont be as exciting, but today, for me, was pretty entertaining.

The above paragraph sounds kind of boring. Informative, but boring. So let me explain.

Today’s loveliness could be attributed to the fact that my Sunday was terrible. I have this thing with not wasting days. Its almost like I am this 110 year old lady who keeps feeling like I need to make the absolute most out of every day- milk it like a cow for all its worth- or else I might find sometime soon that I have lived a whole life and have nothing to show for it but video games and television shows. This one cliché little saying, this “life is short, make the most of it, etc” saying, happens to be the pivotal existential crisis of my 20’s thus far. I don’t want to waste time! I have too many things to do! I want to write thousands of books and learn how to play piano and learn how to paint and… and… do all those things old people say they wished they would have done- I don’t want youth to be wasted on the young! Isn’t that the saying?  As you can see, it is indeed a crisis. So I think about time a lot, what I am doing with mine, what I should be doing with it, what I could be doing with it. And I have found that sometimes I have no choice but to waste it.

That was one long, tangential paragraph that did not even give you the info of what I DID on Sunday that was such a waste of time- yet all info was yet again informative… hopefully. So heres what I did on Sunday.

I watched reruns of Lost. All .Day. I just sat in my makeshift bed (I am currently sleeping on the floor of my friend Sebastians spare room, but something will need to change soon because the floor happens to also be an invisible litterbox, apparently, for his cat Richard to pee on)… and watched reruns. I also ate nothing but cereal all day. Cheerios with cinnamon on them. I like to eat my cheerios in an extra large bowl so I can eat a lot of them yet still say “oh… I only had one bowl…” I like to lie to myself like this, and I do it often. ANYWAY, I had a slight headache, from not having any coffee all day (a sad but true statement) and so I figured I would take this one day and make a hermit of myself. Do nothing but sleep, watch lost, and eat cheerios. People do this sometimes, right? Why am I not entitled to a day like this? I felt guilty all day- I really did. Guilty of my unproductiveness- how did I get this way! Why cant I just be lazy, guilt free! The point is, I had a guilty, terribly lazy, terribly wasted Sunday. I went to bed early, and slept in today.

So today. I woke up after a long night of dreams echoing much of what I saw on the many episodes of Lost I watched (jungles, obstacle courses, gunshots, the like), and I felt pretty ready for the day. But not without my morning oatmeal- also including cinnamon. I ate my oatmeal, had a cup of lemonade to go with (to celebrate the fact that it is almost summer), got out of my pajamas, always a hard thing for me to do, and was out the door. 10 minutes later, I am at the SPARC building, ready for a mon-day’s work.  I was pleasantly surprised as I walked up the cement staircase to our floor to hear what sounded like a pack of children- and then I found it was a pack of children! Fourth graders! Which could only mean one thing- it was a field trip day.

Choose your Own  Adventure- why don’t they make these types of books for adults? They’re those books that let you choose what happens to characters, who dies, who kills the monster, etc. I think I would like an adult version. Stephen King I am sure could do it- take one of his horror novels- have it branch off into- the good guy dies, the bad guy dies, and maybe a twist, like instead of anyone dying the good guy and the bad guy actually get together with their wives and go on a double date- that sort of thing. Well, now that I have typed it out, it seems a little silly, yes, but aren’t all Stephen King books a little wacky? Well… enough about this. The kids choose your own adventure was adventurous indeed.

It was entitled: The Purple Cow. Here is what happens: 3 friends, “you”, Max and Menalie, are all jumping on the moon. Yes, jumping on the moon. Then! Out of nowhere! A purple cow with green spots arrives and makes a popping sound and tries to hypnotize you with his antennae!! (sneaky little beast…). So what can you do? The kids thought of two options. First: they can run to the spaceship and try to go home. Second: they could put on their special space boots and try to jump on the cow. Eventually, they get to choose their own third ending, etc, as the adventure goes. At some point, a child asks Danny to shave his leg. Five minutes later he receives a similar suggestion: he should shave his eyelashes. Do you get the jist of where this is going?

Call it what you want, but there is something hilarious about the… innocence? Immaturity? Joke-y-ness? Of a kid. I could get into some weird run of the mill story/antecdote about this sort of  youthfulness, but I think we all know the story- the story is, kids are funny. They make each other laugh. Sometimes it ‘s distracting, but most of what they say is somehow so organic, and creative, and erratic. I am smiling to myself through the computer screen to you all, not only because of the memory of the funny purple cow story, but also because I secretly just  told you a run of the mill story/antecdote, JUST like I said I WOULDN’T!

So here you are, world, the first entry of what im sure you can already tell will be a random, slightly crazy, maybe weird, kind of spooky blog! More funny stories to come (I will try my hardest not to rant on next time about my existential living status)

Farewell…

Kat.

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