deadpan

ah, the sights of south texas autumn... not to long ago we had lush green trees. today we have dead, brown and bare remnants of once living organisms. no wonder i'm in a funk. although, i can be grateful for the relief from the days of 100+ degree recess duty. yes, for that i am mighty thankful.

today in the lounge i arrived in the middle of a conversation on mischief. i rediscovered something about myself. i am boring. so not the risk taker, always the worry wart, must follow the rules kinda gal. i remember going through a stage in college where this bothered me. a lot. i've let life take over and forgot about it. yet today, here i am once again.
Mrs. G was telling us about how her daughter always sneaks peeks at her christmas presents. A told us a similar story from her past. I piped in about how i never even thought about sneaking a peek because i would have been too worried about getting caught or looking like i was faking my surprise come Christmas morning. HOW BORING! and now im stuck on this idea and i keep finding more examples of just how commonplace i am. i enjoy having a good time, but i enjoy a safe good time. i enjoy going to safe places that i have been to many times before and am comfortable being there. of course, i have to be coerced into going the first time, but im always fine afterwards. its just never my idea.
is it in my dna to be boring? was i raised this way? or have i become this way? and why me? i've been this way for as long as i can remember. taking risks makes me sick. seriously. its not a figure of speech. i get pains, gas even. lol did i say that outloud? perhaps dooce would be proud.
one night in college my roommate wanted to sneak a guy friend of ours into our dorm room. just to see if she could get away with it. oh my, can i tell you i almost instantaneously doubled over with a stomachache! i tried to talk her out of it. i was on the verge of crawling to the bathroom i was going to be so sick. but the two of them were determined to do it. i had this constipated look on my face as she planned how he would slip in through our window after the next university cop passed by. something had to make me this way. one can't possibly come out of the womb like this. seriously, what fun is a college girl that passes gas when you try to sneak into her dorm room?! well, he got in. barely, tiny window. and after about 30 mins. my nerves finally settled down. that is until i realized we then had to get him back out.

dead autumn or not, that story cheered me up! now i must call S and thank her for making me live a little.