March 24, 2009

The future

I can't wait until we start saying "twenty-ten" and "twenty-eleven". I cannot wait.

I'm tired of this "Two thousand and - " bullshit. I want "twenty". I want the future.

I remember like kindergarden, I was confused, they taught us numbers. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. But if it was 1995, then 96, 97, so on, what would happen after 1999? I didn't know. I was confused. Instead of figuring this out, asking, I forgot about it, until 2000. And then I was like, filin' that one between N and P. Y'know, "Ohhhhhhhh."

Now it's like 9 years later and I'm about to graduate high school and shit and I cannot wait for when we start saying twenty-ten.

Because that will be the motherfucking future, ya dig?

I can't wait. I want it to be 2020, like the news show or eyesight test result. But the year dude. The year 2020. Z33s and JZS160s will be like $5 and stuff, and I'll have a real job and family.

And since I was born in 1990 I'll seem ancient to my grandkids in like 2060 or whatever. It'll be rad. "YOU WERE BORN IN THE 1900s?????!?!?" And I'll say, "Yes." And then they'll see my crusty 240SX in the garage and ask me what a turbo is. And I'll hop off my walker and do a big fat burn out with middle finger out the window in the middle of retirement village.

Gonna be epic.

Gotta go do some homework now.