There are two sides to summer vacation: Teen Beach Movie and endless inferno.

You may know which side I’m on.

And if you don’t, you might’ve guessed from the fact that I am not spending my summer vacation partying. Instead, I am writing unnecessarily for the school newspaper, even though no one is going to read this anyway. 

Or you could’ve read the title.

If you bothered to read the second column on page six of Volume 26, Issue 6 of our paper, you would’ve read that I finally found a way to spend my summer: painting.

(If you didn’t read my column, you suck. But you can suck less if you check it out here and read the paper from now on.)

Painting worked…for a total of two trashy pieces that can barely be called art.

So what now?

Well, here’s a life update:

My extremely noisy ten-year-old brother keeps inviting his extremely noisy friends over to our house. Yesterday, I had to babysit them at the movie theater. It was absolute hell. Perhaps I’m just jealous he has better social stamina than me.

I got two sudoku books and have gone through at least 50 puzzles. I found them enjoyable until my head started to hurt.

I got second-hand invited to this stranger’s birthday party. The introvert in me thought, “No way,” but the pushover in me said, “Sure.” I don’t know what I got myself into, but it’s OK. I’ll post about how it goes next week.

I got re-addicted to Hay Day since I have nothing else to occupy my time with other than sleeping and watching TV shows. And no, I will not add you as a friend. My farm is too embarrassing for anyone to see at the moment.

My parents rejected my plea to get my ears pierced yet again. Instead, I received another reminder that I can only get them pierced the day I get accepted into an Ivy League. (Just joking. Kind of.)

I got another two shades darker because I refuse to wear sunscreen. Funnily enough, anyone who knows me well knows that I hate being tan. I guess it’s a lose-lose situation.

I constantly feel like melted bubblegum because my Asian parents refuse to turn on the AC, and we live in stupid Texas. I hate the heat.

And I am watching five different shows at once. I like to multi-task.

On the other hand, I have not gone through my backpack and cleaned things out. Nor have I even thought about school, aside from this newspaper thing.

I also haven’t made any plans whatsoever, as most of my friends (as in, two) have gone to Korea. Screw y’all for having a life.

OK, on that note, we’re moving on.

To all the incoming juniors, remember that email from last week? I was so mad the teachers gave us summer work right as school ended. A whole book and a book talk? Are you kidding me? Way to make sure we’re constantly stressed.

Thank goodness it doesn’t apply to me. (If it does to you, condolences.)

If you’re going to be in AP English next year like I am (if you are, condolences. I heard the class is pretty hard), there wasn’t an email. Which would’ve been nice, except now I’m just wasting my life worrying about a future summer project that may or may not exist.

Anyways, it’s the first Monday after school has ended. I just woke up in time for dinner. I now identify as nocturnal. My daily schedule looks somewhat like this:

Wake up.

Eat.

Nap.

Eat.

Sleep.

Repeat.

*When the schedule starts is up for you to decide.

Whoever you are, reading this, I sure do hope your daily schedule looks better than whatever this is. The only good thing about mine is that it rhymes.

Hopefully, I’ll post next week and stick to a somewhat consistent schedule throughout the summer break. I need something to fill my meaningless life, and this just might be it.

I hate summer.

 

 

So, yeah…I’m doing great! How’s your summer been going so far?

 

 

 

P.S. For anyone that’s pessimistic and counting; 76 days until school starts.

 

 

― Emily Chen, your future Opinions Editor, since it seems like I have many opinions…many opinions indeed.