Blissfully Bored

When I was younger, I used to crave for days off from school just to sleep in and not think. Its strange but these days I'm slowly beginning to feel the opposite. I'm kind of happy that I'm the type of person who isn't satisfied in staying stagnant, but by no means does that mean I'm a busybody. Normally, having a vacation from school just for a month would have elicited groans and grumpiness. Although I'm not looking forward to 2L, I do look forward to finally working and earning a living. Money truly is a portal to independence!

I think I inherited my dad's restlesness in not wanting to stay at home when I get a day off. These days though, he's slowed down considerably which is kind of sad. Growing up, I wished my parents had let us kids experience the outdoors more and allowed us to get involved with extracurricular activities. Sometimes they regret it too! Oh well.

Boredom tickles my imagination. Last night I dreamed that I enrolled at Hogwarts and met Harry Potter. I hate it when I can't remember the rest of my dreams.

Tilly and I act quite silly when we are alone. For example, we've been feeding our tennis addiction by watching all the major tournaments on ESPN. Yesterday we were watching the Rogers Classic in Montreal, rooting for Federer and Djokovic. We started imitating how the players reacted when winning a point and ultimately claiming victory. We even did it in slow motion.

I'm glad that we can retain our childhood goofiness. Yesterday's episode reminded me of another theatrical exhibition we put on in 1996 during the Atlanta Olympics. That was the year of Kerri Strugg and the Women's Gymnastics "Dream Team." Because we are big gymnastics fans, and because that year in general was particularly extraordinary, we decided to stage our own version of the "Dream Team." We'd run across our living room floor, leap onto the sofa, perform some sort of retarded twirl, land on our feet (perfectly together) and raise our hands in the signature gymnast's pose with a wide grin and assign ourselves scores. Our competitiveness soon went haywire as we started using the sofa (and other furniture) more aggressively such that on the last magical night of the Olympics, one of us pretended the couch was a pommel horse to the degree that the springs gave way and a giant vacant hole was left underneath the cushion. Panicked, we attempted to fix the problem by placing a wooden board on top of the hole so that anyone who sat there wouldn't sink into the couch. Because that wasn't enough, for a month we managed to prevent our parents from sitting on that sectional. Eventually of course, my dad found out and reprimanded us, Nidhiche found it amusing (and was glad that she wouldn't get in trouble for our follies for once), and my mom got a freebee to tease us.

So here we are, full-circle. Another summer, eleven years later, and we can still manage to make endearing fools of ourselves in front of our parents. To memories!