*Just to warn you, my day started out with an awful surprise that involves the word colonoscopy (ewwwwwwwwwwww). It could be scarring and otherwise upsetting. It definitely was for me.
How my day started off today:
My brain: “You should find your GRE scores so that tonight once everyone goes to sleep and you can concentrate and be on the computer without your mom asking you to look at her eBay business you can put them on your grad school applications. You could def finish your application to USF except for the letters of recommendation tonight.
Me: “Oh wow brain you are so right! Lets go do that right now and not worry about it anymore!"
20 minutes after grilling my mom in order to locate my folder because she moved it to a more convenient place that she cant remember.
My Brain: “I guess it is a better place… I mean, when they moved it was inevitable that things would get shuffled around.”
Me: “I suppose... I don’t know why she saved all the Sigma Kappa housing letters, or this print-out of a few Botticelli works… hmm. Hey brain?”
My Brain: “What is that?! I’m afraid! Caitlin I'm scared!”
Me: “this is… no. NO! NOT HAPPENING!”
My Brain: “Not this! Anything but this! Oh god!”
Me: “Why are the pictures from my dad’s colonoscopy in HERE?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE TO SEE THE INSIDE OF MY FATHER‘S COLON?! KILL IT KILL IT!”
My Brain: “AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! We are not here, we are on a beach, we are on a beach, we are on a beach in the sun and there are gentle waves on the saNd and we are not here because we are on a beach. Repression! Repression!”
And that was how my day started.
It could be worse. I accidentally stumbled on my father's "erection pump".
ReplyDeleteOoooo... That is way worse! I think he owes you a tasteful fruit arrangement and a hallmark card at the very least.
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