Remember When?

August 20, 2006. Another beautiful day in paradise. Remember when you were an easily amused little kid? Well I sure do. I can remember when I was in preschool and all I did for 3 hours a day was roll a tennis ball down a 2' 5" foot tall plastic slide. Occasionally I'd be forced to let people go down the slide. I didn't like those people, and only remember 2 of them and only saw 1 of them ever again after I moved. Both of them moved to Texas. My point is, give the average 5 year old a toy car and some playdough and he'll cry if you try to take him away. 10 short years later and I complain that I'm not allowed to kill virtual humans and instead kill aliens. I complain that the computer that I use to kill mythical beasts when I'm bored of killing aliens is slow and crippled by a firewall. My parents then proceed to implement more "security measures" that I could pay some kid in my grade to hack through. And that's saying something because I am broke. When I hang out with my friends we play virtual soccer and then start a virtual fight. I can only imagine what my hobbies will be at 25. My point is, frankly I liked it better when I didn't need computers to have fun. Once I played on a computer my life took a dramatic 180:
One day, in kindergarden, I took the test for speech class. I passed the test, which meant 30 minutes of speech class every day. My class was me, Larry, and I think Alec. In middle school we formed a bowling team. Back to speech class. Usually we were done early, so we went back to normal class. Once, we just worked for 10 minutes and then took turns playing Little Bill Spelling Bee. From that day forward, I became a geek. I watch Attack of the Show, when I was allowed to have a MySpace I couldn't fill my Top 8, I spend more time on my computer than with people, I played no sports freshman year, some of the people I listed as friends in the friends version of "Why I Hate You" were a bit of a stretch, I find talking to people awkward, and I have not been on a date yet, but I have blown my chances with most of the girls in my grade.
Yes, there is a point for me repeatedly insulting myself and no one else this week. And for those of you keeping score at home, I'm up to #17, but the number is debatable depending on your stance on how young children spend their time and your poinions about Attack of the Show. The point is, if you have any of the aforementioned symptoms of being a geek, do what I'm going to attempt and try to change your life a little bit. Find a new hobby, make a new friend, decide against sleeping in a parking lot the night before Maddenoliday. Whatever. I'm going to try to take up either golf or archery and I'm going to try to be a better bowler and try to make the team this year. And the best part is I keep all of my current hobbies. I am just going to do a little less of them.
I want to write more, but I started over an hour and a half ago and can't think of much else. I think this is the deepest thing I have ever written. I just hope I can write this good for English class. If you were inspired by this post and want to change your life a little bit, please comment this post. Have a nice day.