Real Steel, Double Dutch, and Hello Dolly!

I know what you're thinking.  What could these three things possibly have to do with eachother?  Well actually they were my Sunday afternoon.  Yes I was sitting at the kitchen table after finishing an epic Media Law Final deciding what to do with my life.  I was alone in the house.  Roommates were out and about doing hm . . well let's think, they were with:
Roommate 1: Boyfriend
Roommate 2: Boy-friend
Roommate 3: Boyfriend/ almost fiance (let's face it here)
Roommate 4: Boyfriend
Roommate 5: Who knows?
Yea they all had fantastic lives full of kissin, and scooter rides and 2 AM bedtimes (that's right I heard you all) and I had, well it got me thinking what I had.

I first had been craving a cheesy, heartwarming, family film with extremely hot men and robots.  Well Real Steel has all of that and a terrible child actor!  So obviously I popped that in my computer.  After a good two hours of that I began listening to some epic "Simon and Garfunkel" Pandora (yes Peter, Paul, and Mary is my new obsession) when "Me and Julio down by the schoolyard" came on.  Oh my!  I watched the music video with much joy in my heart.  I saw that they were doing double dutch in the video.  Now I myself have the hand eye coordination of a African tortoise but I find double dutch awfully enthralling to watch.  So, well, here's how my brain process went

Youtubes
Double dutch -> National Jump Rope Competition -> World Jump Rope Competitions -> Olympic Men's gymnastics -> Women's gymnastics.

At this point the darn internet in my apartment was going too slow so I took a break to correct my Media Law Paper.  Then I began thinking about music, thinking about muscials thinking about favorites, thinking about Hello Dolly!  Back to YouTube!  I listened to several songs when my roommates began returning home, some with men some without.  Well reality hit me like the freight train in Inception hit Moll and Cobb in Limbo.  I am turning into a Spintress.  Now this wasn't my first clue but it definitely started the ball rolling.  I mean come on, my favorite television show is NCIS gosh darn it!  I sit at home on weekends watching reruns of my favorite television show and I do own my grandmothers nightgown!  I think at this point it is inevitable.  It's a running joke with my roommate that we are both going to end up as Spinstresses.  We are obsessed with fictional men, had a twelve hour marathon of the classic television show Firefly and often take naps at 2pm.  If we can just pick up a couple matines and start eating at the local country club I think we're set.

I guess it's time to take up knitting and stop shaving my legs (half-way there).  Then I started thinking what is so bad about being a Spinstress?  Besides never having kids and living alone it would seem to work out just fine. After all:
1) Men suck!  Sorry men but you are really quite idiotic. Minus a few (David Thunell, NID) all I ever see you do is take advantage of naive girls and make stupid jokes.  I don't need that.
2) Live alone, live for yourself!  Yes I could make decisions by myself.  As soon as I get over my abandonment issues this will work out great!  Not to mention I could have my career and become a strong independent woman!
3) More bread for me:  Literally I could eat the entire loaf of bread without worrying about anyone else gettin any.

So yes maybe I'll be a spinstress.  Men aren't that great anyw - oo who is that cutie?  I've never seen him in this class . . . this may be harder than I thought.

PS: This post is in no way affiliated with life as i have it by Samantha Florence.  Please respect our creative differences

Emily Landeen in 2023