Papa don't preach

My dad wants my sister and I to check out library books. Every summer, I read. Does it sound dorky? Well, I don't know. If it does, than yeah, I'm a geek, and damn proud. I mean, these past summers I read like four books that I had to read in school ahead of time, and I didnt' even know I had to read them. I like to read for fun. But this summer...I don't know, I don't want to. I'm too lazy. I don't see why we have to anyway. I mean, I read a lot. My sister reads a lot. My sister is at a 10th grade literacy level. She's in eighth grade. Call me crazy, but I think we do enough reading.

Hi, I'm seventeen years old, I listen to my dad when he tells me to read and I've spent more time at home than I should.

My sister is watching old home movies. Gosh, I'm a big dork. Those were my skinny days. I was about seven years old. And you know what I was doing? I was talking to the camera like I had my own show, and it was all....game-show-host-like. You know? All fake enthusiasm and stuff. How weird...I remember that too. I used to turn on the camera and talk to it like I had something to say and someone was watching. And I talked about Beverly Hills 90210 because it was my favorite show. And then I remember this one time I was yelling at my dad because he was yelling at me and he said, "Why are you yelling?" and I said, "Because I learned it from you!" Yup, I was nine years old. What a little punk I was.

That was my dose of nostalgia today. I'll go wash it down with some Jack Daniels, my favorite guy friend. Just kidding. Its really amusing.