What has become of my life? Here I sit, finishing up a night filled with ABC network programming, a boatload of graded papers, and a homemade panini. I know I just turned 24, but I feel like I just crossed over the hill...and I'm speeding recklessly towards the bottom.
Tonight, I tuned into the quality show of Dancing with the Stars. I didn't think I would ever get into that show. But whether it was watching it habitually with my favorite aunt and uncle or simply a lack of better options, I have been watching this show weekly to see whose Paso Doble will kick the pants off of whose Viennese Waltz. I'm not sure who I should cheer for on this show yet. Scary Spice (Mel B.) is a crowd favorite, but that Jane Seymour is so damn graceful. God, that's so pathetic I just cried a little while typing that.
Immediately following Dancing with the Stars came a brand new show called Samantha Who? It's about this woman who gets hit by a car, thrown into a coma, and wakes up with a serious case of retrograde amnesia. This sends her into a world she knows nothing about surrounded by people she can't recall. Slowly, her previous "life" is revealed to her through a series of encounters with random characters. I must admit, some parts were (surprisingly) funny. (i.e. Samantha pulls a very small mini dress out of her closet and says, "OH GOD! I have a daughter??" Boyfriends just shakes his head. )
This made me start thinking...what has become of my life? Just a year and a half ago, I was living it up with the best of friends almost every night. Screw school! Screw studying! Screw being financially responsible! It was all about having the best time, all the time. And now what? I am confined to living a bland life of monotony. Same routine every day. Though, I must admit, the students keep it interesting every now and then. Or is it only interesting because my life has become that mundane? Sigh...with that, I'm going to go to bed...at 9:55.
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