It's hard to have an easy life when everything starts getting complicated. That's an obvious fact. But its true and there are many things becoming more and more complicated in my life. Oh boy, I can't wait to be eighteen..
The other day I went to lunch with my sister and on my way to the restroom there was a small boy standing in my way with a plastic gun in his hand. "Excuse me," I said in that fake expression you use with children to hide your feelings. He didn't even move. He just put that plastic gun up to his temple and said, "boom." I uncrossed my arms which I hadn't even known I'd crossed and bent down and whispered, "beat it stranger," which for some reason had scared him off. But I guess that was the point. I spent the rest of my time in that diner 'angrily' eating my food and giving him some faux dirty looks while my sister went on and on about her drama in the background that I had been tuning out the entire time while nodding. As long as they see you nodding, you can listen to anything you'd like in your mind.
Waffles. That's what I had for lunch that day. And before you guys think I'm uncivil to young people, I'm really not. I was messing with that boy is all. But I suppose I owe it to myself to stop giving you guys little explanations for every single thing I write about on here so I'll stop doing that. Once I say I do something, I won't say why. It'll be up to you darling children to figure out why for yourselves if you're so interested or bothered by what I have to say.