Here Comes Trouble

As you may have noticed from past entries, I am not entirely committed to anything that I write on here. That said, if you actually expected me to follow through on my promises to rant in an organized fashion, kick yourself in the face for me. Instead of ranting about the things that I planned on ranting about, I'm going to do a complete one eighty and talk about something different. Something exciting. Something so mind-blowingly fascinating, that you will come back to this blog religiously from now on to hear more of my fabulous insights.

The only problem? I don't know what that something is yet...

So, let's play the "You Know You're in Trouble When..." game. Rivetting, I know.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE IN TROUBLE WHEN...

• You resolve to only drink Coca-Cola if it is mixed with rum.
• You start mixing your coke with rum because you wanted some coke.
• You're sitting in the Dairy Queen parking lot lamenting the fact that no one is playing with every button in your car...including the four-way flashers and the heated seats.
• You have a full-fledged panic attack over the bumper bed being too full for you to put your bumper in it. Hyperventilating and everything...
• You get worked up whenever you tell that story about the time the bumper bed was full.
• You believe that Sidekick noodles and pickles is a well-balanced meal.
• You decide to drink a rum and coke with your Sidekicks and pickles because you can't do too much good for your body in one day or it will never toughen up.
• You burst into tears in the movie theatre.
• The movie you're crying over at the movie theatre is Wedding Crashers.
• It makes you sad to know that life is more than who we are.
• You start thinking and talking in lyrics.
• People around you know the song that you are thinking and talking in. (But everything IS wrong. I know, Erin, and it's alright.)
• You went to the store for M&Ms and came back with a freezie. In January.
• You're so drunk that before going tubing you tell your dad to take it easy because you don't want to have to have your tampon surgically removed. (I had to put at least one on here that didn't apply to me. Creative, huh?)
• You have a sulk party at least once a month and the only people invited are Ben and Jerry.

So, are you in trouble? Or is it just me? Maybe the list needs to be longer. Or maybe the real problem is society's definition of trouble. Because, you know, if I changed the title of the game to "You know you're cool when" then I would actually be cool. And probably a little sarcastic. But at least I gave you something new to mull over. Just remember that boredom is the last resort of the unimaginative. And I'm nothing if I'm not imaginative. Or is it bored? Too much thinking. Let's have a coke. You bring the rum. I'm down in all my fears but I ain't crying no tears over you.