Slightly Self-Obsessed

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Bury Your Dreams, You're Not A Kid Anymore

If you haven't watched this Donald Glover stand up, you need to. The rest of this won't make sense unless you are familiar with when it's time to bury your dreams.



All done? Hilarious, right? Well, in any case, shortly after watching this several weeks ago I began noticing the odd sort of things that get me excited. Since the majority of my summer has been spent working, the first things I noticed were at work. 

Our old vacuum looked a bit like this...

As a student, I work mostly at night. For some reason this also crossed over into my summer giving me no life, but I digress. Closing procedure involves vacuuming for me most nights and when a new vacuum appeared in the office after a year and a half of me using the same, old vacuum I was thrilled. It vacuumed better. The cord wasn't a hassle. I was in heaven. It wasn't until I was on the way home after work that I realized how silly it was to be that excited over a vacuum. But it didn't stop there.


It was a little smaller than this.

Nothing has been more convenient to me than having a microwave at work. I've recently taken to having microwavable frozen dinners on my lunches. The inside of our old microwave was... Well, falling apart. The paint on the inside was chipping away. How does that even happen?! I don't know. But it was. One day I came in to work and a shining, brand new silver microwave had replaced it. I'd never been so excited at work! It was even better than the vacuum! This joy has not been short lived. Weeks later I'm still ecstatic when I get to use that new thing. I acknowledge that this is silly, but then I went shopping...




Normally, I get pretty excited about shopping for food. I mean, come on, food! Generally speaking, though, it's over junk food or fruit or something totally... normal? But the last time I went food shopping we were out of cereal. The deal with cereal is this: if it isn't on sale, it's not worth it. Seriously. They charge up to $5 for one solitary box of cereal if it's not on sale. With this in mind, Lia and I entered the cereal isle at Safeway in the hopes of finding something we can all agree on. *Cue the moment when the lights dim and a solitary  spotlight falls on a box of cereal* 

Actually, I suppose a more accurate version of my reaction would look like that.

My gaze had fallen upon- wait for it- a box of Raisin Bran for- WAIT FOR IT-

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That only cost $2!


Made me this happy.


No, wait, I lied.


I felt like this.





Did you get that? 


I FELT LIKE THIS!!!!!


I'm glad that picture exists on the internet. In any case, more to follow later, I suppose.