Easter thoughts

I'm technically Russian-Orthodox so I think my Easter was a couple weeks back or something, but the family celebrated yesterday and it was a pretty good time. We don't make a huge deal out of it but we do have an "Ooh, looook, the Easter Bunny came and left you a bunch of things!" tradition for my little sister (she's 4), so I get to help supervise while she runs around looking for the stuff that my mom scattered around the house.

For the most part, it was the usual fare: some coins, some candy, a bubble necklace, those pills you can put in a cup of water and they turn into dinosaurs, etc. She was pretty pumped about it. I helped her find a pokemon keychain but quickly told the 4-year-old that the Easter Bunny "probably left that one for me," heh. Mom was kinda weirded out (pfft, parents! They just never understand hilariously ironic humor) but my little sister was down with it so I got a sweet new keychain out of the deal. Score.

There's always a couple of things for me on purpose in there too, because my mom's nice like that; some of it kinda makes me wonder though. If I receive a hairbrush identical to the one my twin sister gets and it isn't a joke, it may just be time for a haircut. Soon.

-Nick

(p.s. )

i woke up today.
after this, i don't really remember any of the pointless details, but all in all, i decided to find out what blogs are and how to write one. so, i typed in "how to write a blog" into google.
after following the directions off "A Beginner's Blog Publishing Guide", and ordering a 12 Step Blog Improvement Programme for 6.99 on Amazon, I realised that my previous post lacked some serious ace.
but don't worry - i will make it up to you. everything you need to have in a good blog (wink wink, kevin crews) is in the following paragraph.
So, my life has become comically preposterous. I woke up humming

The surrogation of my mornings is only confirmed by the lack of pink marshmallows in my cereal, and Barack Obama is Muslim.

(oh yes, and i almost forgot):

xoxo,
thom

p.s. free tibet

A Fortuitous Post

"Fortuitous" is a SAT vocab word I learned today.

My mom gets fairly upset when she catches me awake in the dead of the night. Like now. She also has an overactive bladder. No, she doesn’t wet beds, but she does get up about five times a night to go to the bathroom. So as I’m typing this, with my face illuminated from the computer screen, I’m also intently listening for the sounds of a roused parent.

It’s funny (interesting, not haha) how much better my feet feel in bed without socks, versus with socks.

I already had an argument today, with the father. It was about whistling. He told me it would be in my best interest to break my “vulgar and indecent habit” of whistling. Apparently, I am offending all of my friends and teachers every time a whistle of mine falls upon your ears. For that offense, I am truly sorry.

Reality Check

So. In the world of Indian family parties, it's customary to call your parents' friends "auntie" and "uncle" based on gender. Don't ask me why. I have no idea. But essentially, everyone's just one big happy family.

I'm a big fan of little kids. They're cute and cuddly and adorable up until that point where they turn like, 9, and suddenly develop an attitude and think they're better then the other 6 billion of us trying to chillax here on Earth too. Anyways, I was at one of these random Indian family parties this evening, and this cute little 2 year old gets really hyper and starts running all over the place. Then he picks up a glass of water and starts running towards me. Of course, the water goes all over the place. His mom asked him what he was doing, to which he replied, "I was getting a glass of water for Uncle!!", pointing at me.

Want to boost my self-esteem the next few days? Kindly inform me that I dont' appear to be a hairy, middle-aged man. Thank you.

my first easter

i'm jewish, but i celebrated easter today--well, if you can call going to my grandma's retirement community and having brunch a celebration. despite a fairly entertaining confrontation between the old man and the high school aged server about the lack of smoked salmon alloted in each portion, i will not write about my 'celebration'.

instead, i wanted to respond to a moving note by zack maril: i am turning 17.

zack said some important things, and since i always like to deal with my problems by laughing at them, i figured i would attempt to lend a helping hand in the only way i could. some comic relief.

so, i dont know if anyone has read this, but david sedaris's voice makes it. this is a youtube clip of david sedaris reading 'jesus shaves', and i thought it would be appropriate.

i'm

only here for a little bit of time. and, if this doesn't sound sad enough, i'll go with "i'm only here for my last few days with all of you."
ummm i've never had a blog for more than a few days, so we'll see what comes out of this.
i don't have any stories or shit like that to share with you yet, but they will come.
and if you are interested in what the last days at imsa are like, then i'll give you a little taste of them until you yourselves experience them.

letters from the wasteland

I live in Kankakee. It's about 60 miles south of Chicago and it's getting a lot closer to being a suburb than it really should be. Nobody actually knows what Kankakee means because it doesn't actually directly correlate to any other word. A quick Google or two told me that Kankakee can mean "low land", "swamp country", "wolf-land", or basically whatever you feel like you want the meaning to be. Kankakee is in a couple kind of famous songs that you probably haven't heard because it rhymes very easily and has a jaunty feel to it.

I think maybe I'm here to remind people that there is life outside of the IMSA bubble, and there is life post-IMSA, both things which are pretty easy to forget when you don't go home for a while. And I'll try and do that.

Enjoy your break.