KITTIES!

"It's the little things in life you treasure."

I heard that in a movie somewhere. I wanna say Galaxy Quest...

So lately we've been on this childhood loves kick at Hamline. We just watched Space Jam, which I haven't seen since I was like 8 and watched it every day. And yes, I still know it pretty much line for line. We watched Anastasia a little bit ago too. Sometimes you just gotta let loose and view some quality cartoons knowhatimsayin?

Stress, it's a killer.

I recently turned 19, and that fear of adulthood and responsibility is back. I guess it's like an annual event or something. Anywho, I went to a casino, went on a road trip with some buddies without adult supervision which was super tight until I realized that we were all eighteen or nineteen and technically adults but whatever it still rocked my socks, and I got a happy meal.

My oh my the joys of happy meals. Four or five dollars for a "value meal"? What ever. You wanna talk value? 3.20$ or something will get you a small drink, (which is more than enough, shut up you thirsty rapscalion) a small fry, (Which is more than enough, shut up you salt hungry snake) a burger, (Which is more than enough, we're not pubescent boys anymore and one double cheeseburger will do, shut up fatty) and as if that weren't enough, my happy meal was packing a sweet Spectacular Spider-Man toy (My Doc Ock can stick to windows with his suction cup tentacles. Be jealous).

So I've got all this and a neato kite, which should be taking it's maiden voyage sometime tomorrow, and I go to see my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I have to sit down for a minute because I realize next year I'm going to be 20 years old.

Oh.

Shit.

Two zero. Two decades. I will no longer be a teenager. I have to like, get a real job and stuff. I have to wear TIES and pay TAXES and go to DINNER PARTIES. It's fun when you're younger (dinner parties) because it's like playing pretend. I always liked to pretend to fight dragons, and it's the same thing. Fun in theory but not in actuality. Kinda like communism.

So here's my line of thinking: this next year, I'm going to do every stupid, foolish, reckless thing I can think of that I've always been wanting to do but didn't because it was stupid, foolish or reckless and get it done before I have to start wearing my tie.

Jk, this can only end in tears.

So Brand New lied to me and I will not stay 18 forever, but I made myself promise that I will never again miss a party because I WILL keep them going constantly. Never gonna wake up from this dream about bears dancing in December.

In conclusion, I learned something today. I've got fears and they're multiplyin like I was John Travolta, but 19 or even 20 doesn't mean I still can't get a sweet toy when I go to McDonalds. Childhood loves never die. These things, these small sodas and tiny sack of fries, these cartoons, (Side note, I started watching Avatar: The Last Airbender and it's fantastic. Check that out) they're like the little quirks your lover has that maybe they're a little embarassed about and it kind of annoys you but when you think about it what's really happening is that you're charmed beyond reasoning by it and it's the cutest thing you ever did see and if they ever stopped doing it you'd hate to admit it but you'd love them less like the way they say a certain word sometimes and it just tickles you beyond all reason and you're filled with love and joy.

That's the feeling I got watching Space Jam.

Still got that Basketball Jones.

And that crush on Lola Bunny, but that's a different issue entirely.