Chirky

My plans for the weekend include the following: cooking, cleaning, watching others do nothing, driving, driving, driving, celebrating birthdays, driving, driving, driving, cleaning, laundry. And then! The workweek starts again!

It's an exciting life, I know. I'm sure you're mildly boiling beneath the surface, WISHING your life were like mine. When did I become responsible? When did I become an adult? When did I stop having the college mentality, thinking I could do whatever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to? That I don't have to partake in things that don't seem fun to me, like the afore-mentioned cleaning and cleaning and cleaning and laundry?

Being a grown-up sucks.

I totally took advantage of my childhood and college years, not yet mature enough to cherish it for what it was. Instead, I played arcade legends like PacMan and Dig Dug. I watched movies while my mom worked around the house and did dishes. I ran around outside while my mom cooked. And now I am that person. Except, with no children. But the memory of once being that child.

Sometimes I think about people whose lives seem to be one long vacation, like the feuding Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. I wonder what they feel like, whether they are really joyful inside, whether they feel miserable despite their wealth? I know that money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure does buy perfect nails and hair extensions. And then they at least look happy.

Maybe I should get a manicure this weekend. And then chop off all my hair. I'm feeling a bit monk-ish.