A sheep in wolf's clothing

by Giovanni Rosendo, staff writer

 

Just when I thought that things couldn’t get any lamer, I took the time to look in the mirror and again proved myself undoubtedly wrong. 

With the success of my last opinion article, I found myself wracking my brain trying to think of something equally, if not infinitely better, to write about.  Instead, I continuously went home to my apartment and fell asleep in the process of rocking “the little one” to sleep.

This is when I realized that somewhere in between Christmas break and coming to where I am now, I have become way to boring for my own good.  The good news, though, is that when approaching this subject with a group of friends, they agreed that they too had reached a level of emo-boredom.  That’s the anti-social type of inescapable boredom that lingers and leaves you adoring Elliott Smith.  It’s no good.

What happened to the days of staying up all night?  Why am I always asleep before midnight now?

I remember the days when all we listened to were The Clash, Choking Victim, Operation Ivy and The Dropkick Murphys.  I mean, what happened to Ruby Soho? 

Now, it’s continuously Explosions in the Sky, God Speed! You Black Emperor, Bright Eyes and The Postal Service.

In movie terms, it’s like going from “Rock ‘N’ Roll High School” to “Garden State” without even getting to enjoy “Animal House.”

But is it just that?  Is this really life after high school, staying at home and cooking dinner for the happy quasi-family?

Yes, there is consistency.  The repetition of school, work, home, school, work, and home. 

And with the new addition to the family, I’m sure that my nightlife has come to a dead end.  She is only eight weeks old and has already achieved throwing up on everything.  What can I say?  I love puppies.

When I wrote my last article, though, I noticed that it had a different sense about it, something that wasn’t new, bland Gio, but old rambunctious Gio. 

The ranting in that article wasn’t just that of an old lady on her stoop shouting at children, but of a mature young adult expressing herself.  But that’s the first I’ve seen of that miss in a long time.  Thank goodness I don’t have a stoop, but I do get angry and sleepy faster than I used to.

None of this change has affected my driving habits though, in case you were wondering.

Maybe I just need something new, which is hard since I have concluded that this predicament is due to the fact that I don’t have time to do anything.  It’s hard to find time with a hungry pup and a growing boyfriend, and vice versa.

Even if I happen to end up at some party, I find myself doing the same thing I would do if I stayed at home.  Then again, when I’m at home I start falling asleep because there aren’t any people.

This isn’t getting anywhere.  So, let me just put it this way.  You know you’re getting old when you’re drinking the Jell-O-shots for the Jell-O.

Now it’s past my bedtime.  And if you’re wondering, yes, this is the calm before the storm.