My Biggest Fan

I got a ceiling fan a few days ago, and I can honestly say that that was the most exciting part of my whole summer. I know that is unbelievably sad, because usually summer brings something a little more interesting than the comfort of knowing that your room is an appropriate temperature, and if I ever heard someone as excited about a fan as I am, I would be genuinely concerned. Because fans should not be such a big deal. And I know the novelty of the fan will wear out very soon, because I'm already starting to grow weary of how COOL the detail on the blades is, and how nice it is to sit on my bed and watch them spin around, making the one you focus on look as if it's going slower. And I think I should be more afraid about my mental health because of this fascination, but the thing I'm worried about the most is what the hell I'm going to do when the honeymoon period with my fan has worn out. Maybe I'll invest in a lava lamp. Or a life.

Sitting

The thing about life, or my life anyways, is it is horribly stressful. But not in the way that you have a million things to do every second with no time to sit. No, believe me, I do enough sitting. It's more of the stress from doing nothing but sitting. Not that sitting is a particularly stressful task, but when nothing is being done but the sitting and life seems to be passing you by, and that thing you've been meaning to do for the past month but you haven't done due to all of the sitting, that is when it gets bad.
I know there is an easy solution. And that is to get out of the seated position right now and do all of those things that are meant to and need to be done. I could do that. I should do that. But then there's that thought I have. Which is probably very strange and has never been in any other person's head but mine. But it's a thought that once I complete this task that has been waiting for so long, that there is no going back. Once these things are done, they can't be undone, and my life will never be without them again. And I will be older and even though I'm no longer just sitting, life is still flying by without my permission.
I hate Sundays. Absolutely hate them. Because that is the day where I sit at home and think about how tomorrow is Monday and that it's going to be another five days before I can stay up late and sleep in and eat at irregular hours again. And then I go "Holy crap I just lost another week." Another week of what I love and am used to, being with my family and seeing my friends whenever I want. Sundays mean another week closer to not having these things, having to leave home and grow up and never look back.
Basically, I want to put my life on pause for a while, so I can sit without being stressed and just enjoy everything that is so often taken for granted. But, sadly, I can't see the technology capable of making that happen appearing anytime in my lifetime. So maybe if I stopped just sitting, and added some more stress to my life, I would be less stressed out. It sounds like a horrible plan, but I think that it is so crazy it just might work.

I Live a Life of Superstition and Jinxing

Last night I was so proudly telling my boyfriend that I had not been horribly sick in such a long time, and that that was rather odd because I usually catch some sort of bug at least once a year, and I take that opportunity to be a big baby about it and complain about everything. After informing him of this, I proceeded to knock on my desk -my wood desk- because I am superstitious in ways, and I did not want to jinx my healthy state of being.

I have reason to be superstitious, you see. About a month ago my dear friend was talking about getting a kink in her neck. I decided to mention that I had never gotten a kink in my neck and I thought it looked pretty funny when she showed up to school with her head tilted to one side. I did not find the need to knock on any wood products.
I woke up the very next morning with a kink in my neck.
My very first ever neck-kink. I spent 3 days not being able to look to the right without feeling like I was being stabbed in the neck with a very sharp knife. I no longer think it's funny when people come to school with tilted heads.

Now I am doubting the classification of particle board as wood. Because I woke up deathly ill this morning. Deathly ill and feeling rather dehydrated. Trying to fix this dehydration issue led me to discover that I wasn't even able to hold down water. Not even for a minute. So after getting rid of this obviously unneeded sip of water, I went into the living room and curled up in a ball of pain. My mom asked if i was okay, I said no. And then I fell asleep.
I woke up feeling better. I drank some water. And waited. And then I thanked my stomach for letting me replenish my cells. I spent the rest of the day sitting and eating toast and crackers.

My family had pizza for supper. I did not. My mom didn't think it was a good idea. I was angry, until I found the superfries. My mom said superfries should be fine, and since there really weren't that many left, I should just make the rest of the bag. I told her that I wouldn't be eating them all, because I was still feeling fairly sick. When they got out of the oven, I inhaled every last fry crumb without hesitation. Because superfries are just that good. I don't care if I stay up all night tossing fries, because now I am satisfied.


Do you consider yourself to be a superstitious person? Have you ever jinxed yourself?