So a weird thing I do is if a moment for me feels weirdly surreal I note down the circumstances.
I have a list of these that I like to look back on.
Sitting outside on an old patio chair outside the convention center after work on Thanksgiving, drinking orange juice and waiting for my dad to pick me up. I am vaguely hoping my younger brother hasn’t found the whip cream I hid in the bottom of the fridge. Everyone else has already gone home and I’m just listening to the traffic.
Working a wedding at 10:04 at night, Singing Cake By The Ocean and Uptown Funk, dancing along with something I learned from just dance. I’m eating olives from the torn down bar at my empty station while Darlene (a bartender from my old workplace) puts away the leftover alcohol.
12:32 at night, sitting on my bed reading Sasuhina fanfiction, with two (2) of the cats sleeping at the end of it.
Watching Phineas and Ferb (the beach episode) specifically) at my Grandma’s with her sleeping on the couch, while the washing machine runs and I eat grapes.
I’m in my room. The only light is coming from the moon pouring moonlight through my windows. The heat is blasting and I’m next to my bed. My eyes blur, I sway and fall against my bed. I climb up on to it, nearly falling. The moonlight has always made me feel a little loopy.
It’s 12:20 pm and I’m sitting in my chair after shoveling snow. I’m eating kraft Mac and cheese and mandarin oranges. I don’t have to work at the furniture store and I don’t work at the convention center until three.
Listening to Ghost Busters on the radio in March on my way to work with my older brother. We are discussing why it’s playing and what band sang it while singing along.
3:18 am, scrolling through tumblr, wondering if I have an unhealthy obsession with this couple (said couple being sasuhina again).
At Grandma’s house watching Boomerang (Tom and Jerry specifically) and eating veggies while a storm rages.
It’s raining outside. I’m eating a hotdog and Mac n’ cheese while watching Vines on YouTube.
Staying home from school because I’m sick. I’m laying in bed, the room partially lit with warm yellow lamp light. I’m eating chicken soup and goldfish crackers while watching the Iron Giant. I’m sleepy and trying not to cry. (Also being slightly pissed off because a stupid gas station sandwich gave me food poisoning and I fucked up my perfect attendance in middle school.)(Yes, I am still mad about this as a college student.)
Watching Miraculous Ladybug and DVR’d episodes of Scooby-Doo while on vacation in Florida and everyone else is asleep because I had a vampire sleeping schedule. Every couple episodes, I grab another slice of cheesecake or refill my glass of milk. The entire time I’m as quiet as possible.
Watching a cat video on tumblr at my desk while listening to Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold and Proud Corazon from Coco.
Creeping up our house’s creaky stairs, trying to avoid waking my grandparents, to tell my mom that I threw up from only eating chicken noodle soup all day. End up staying up there for half an hour sitting on the floor, in the dark, cycling through the topics of what I wanted to tell her (what happened, why I am similar to a cat, and that I need to eat bread and drink water in that order). Being happy all the while that you didn’t wake her up in the middle of the night to tell her you set the hair dryer on fire again.
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