The History Boys FF
Of Cereal, Late mornings, and Believing
Life can be summed up by cereal.
Sweet, crunchy and hard.
Its really a special, profound kind of food. It makes you happy. Cereal is good. In whatever colour, shape, size or quantity, CEREAL IS CEREAL. (And dunked in fresh milk, it even more fabulicious. Mark my words.)
Recently, i have been surviving on a sub-cereal diet of Honey Bunches of Oats, Blueberry Morning, Fruity Pebbles, and Frosties. It mostly makes me annoyingly energetic and excited about things in general. After, i lie on the couch and prepare for a wind down with Disney reruns on cable.
That basically sums up my life.
Its been a great time.
Theres 10 more days till school term officially begins. Im stoked. I dont know where im going to get into yet. Its like being caught in a limbo, not pleasant, but not unpleasant either.
These days are not here to be remembered.
I reckon, more to be felt. Experienced.
Theres been sleepovers with Deb, many many mattresses, breakfastses, my virgin drunkedness, the humiliation of my virgin drunkedness, the cycling-till-i-cannot-feel-my-arse-while-imagining-the-future-of-childlessness, the swims, the beach, the prayer meetings, the sun, the wind, the rain, the bandhero, the new friends, the old friends, the in-the-middle-of-new-and-old friends, the open houses, the tennis.
The end of holiday ushers in a new term of bright new hopes and ambitions, fresh new fears and inhibitions.
But nothing some cereal cant cure.