If You Really Want It To. And Popcorn

Firstly, may I start with a small bit about popcorn? It's for my friend (and fellow blogger!) Marie! Who said I could write anything and it would sound good. Even something about popcorn. So here goes it.

And even the Indians knew how to harvest kernels and turn them into hot fluffy clouds of corn held in handfuls by millions. Popcorn, in it's purest form. White. Salty. In the best form. Buttery and falsely golden yellow. And even when the little shards of shellish things get wedged deeply in between your molars, you can't resist its buttery charms. Popcorn. Two little words all smooshed together that creates this snackfood of the movie-goers, the corny, and basically everyone else. Popcorn.

And now on to things that plague me? Or have been plaguing me? Or will plague me in the near future?

Resistance, at this point, is futile.

I didn't go social network frolicking for a week.

Nor did I get much done.

I started a very cliche love story.

I played the ending to "Yesterday" approximately 200-ish times. My fingers hurt, needless to say.

I had a social life.

Pulled an all-nighter with some of the coolest people I know.

I watched the sunrise and danced in the street and probably trespassed at like, six in the morning on a Saturday.

And I can honestly say, life doesn't get much better than that. Really.

I played hide and seek all about the downtown area.

And I just said I didn't get much done.

I'd call that a lie.

I just didn't get done what I felt I wanted to get done.

But forget about that. Life just happened this week. And I can't object, really. There's so much I need to say, need to spit out of my brain but I can't right now. It's all a tangled mess that'll take weeks to unjumble. And I won't. I'll leave it there.

And then school will start. Holy Cheese, only four weeks left. FOUR. 4. F-O-U-R.

That isn't long enough. And that school feeling is clenching onto my gut and draining it of awesomeness and joy. I want to vomit.

If only I was a nomadic gypsy kid. Then there would be no school, right?

But wishful thinking! (as all thinking is.)

And I should probably be off to bed before long. What to say, what to say...

*Pacing*

*Dancing*

Yes.

Goodnight?

And I love you all?

ily.