My Own Bohemia

So far this winter break has been full of Stephen King novels, doctors appointments, and killing Zombie Nazis on X box while drinking diet doctor pepper and chewing too many pieces of Spearmint gum. I forgot the rush that video games can bring and I’m becoming addicted to the feel of a controller in my hand, getting excited for the day that I can come home and kick my shaggy haired little brothers ass at some game and watch his joke telling mouth fall open, speechless for once. I’m remmembering days that I would spend in my uncles basement, eating Japanese candy and pop rocks and energy drinks and playing the newest games until my eyes felt too heavy to watch the screen anymore and I collapsed on the comfy blue couch and ate pancakes and fruit loops with the tater tots in the morning. I’m remmembering the collection of superhero action figures I kept on the dresser me and my ocean eyed mom painted a crackly blue- a Batman lunchbox and thermos, tiny Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and giant Spidermans and Wonderwomans. I’m remmmembering the oversized Nintendo sweatshirt I wore day after day, and my Batman baseball hat that covered up the hack job I did on my bangs in the seventh grade. I’m remmembering all these tiny pieces of myself that somehow faded into a girl who pretended to fall asleep when you turned on your X BOx. A girl that cared much more for soap operas and romantic comedies. I’m glad I’m falling back into the beautifully awkward nerd that I once was.

I’m glad I’m collecting all these tiny pieces of myself.