that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise

I’ve been in kind of a poor mood all week. One time on some quiz show on NPR, they had a question about the age at which adolescence ends, according to some research institution or other. I guessed 25. The answer was 34. Can you believe that? By the time you get over all this insecurity and moodiness stuff, you’re practically old. Actually, I take that back. Due to the rapid approach of one of those birthdays that ends in a zero, I’m currently revising my idea of what old is. Now, my philosophy is “You’re as young as you feel,” and this week that’s about 15 for me, in terms of peevishness and irrationality.
Anyway, I thought it was about time I registered some angst on this blog for a change, in place of the usual sweetness and light. However, it’s the weekend and things are looking up, like an Egyptian king’s ka-statue in its serdab, gazing eternally upwards at the imperishable northern stars.
Aha, now I think I know the real reason for my bad mood: I’m almost 30, and I still have homework.

3 Responses to “that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise”

  1. joel says:

    the title of your post reminds me of the movie “Hudsucker Proxy”.

  2. michele says:

    I’ve never seen that movie, but it’s a quote from Miss Kubilek in The Apartment.

  3. joel says:

    Oh, right. They use a similar dialogue style for one of the characters in Hudsucker (although it was made mid-90s, unlike The Apartment). I recommend you watch that, too.

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