20 Hours A Week

The Scrabble Dunce Lives On! Unfortunately, the Scrabble Dunce has not had any lucidly vivid dreams in the past couple weeks! But! It's been a good two weeks considering the fact the Scrabble Dunce has a life and got accepted to college. Yup, I walked my ass down my driveway and opened the mailbox and saw a big envelope with the college crest on it and BAM! I was accepted given I rule.

Anyhow, the Scrabble Dunce has some pretty big plans for the next few weeks/months or maybe until May. Okay, I'll start referring to myself as I. Anyway mees, I have twenty hour scrabble practice weeks. I've created a whole fucking manifesto of Scrabble in my newly rewound Scrabble Bible (it's in a white binder, if it were to go missing I'd probably die.) Practicing doesn't just include playing with 50+ year old doctors/college professors but literally studying words. Mind you, I'm a senior and I haven't studied for shit at home unless I'm looking up FRQ's for AP Government class (yes I call that studying.)

Anyway, it sucks that I have to sit there and memorize bingos. But you gotta do what you gotta do in order to stand up on some cool stand like M. Phelps and have a big check. And that check will invest in college, a burberry coat and Ray Bans! The Scrabble Dunce needs to be decked out in style in order to be the "Scrabble Dunce." I think lots of sophistication is at hand here, I play Scrabble, I know more words than your neighbor, then your mother and your children to be.

AND! I could probably spell better than your sister who graduated from Yale University in 2006. Anyway, I'm not playing chess - Scrabble involves so much more memorization. I was doing some bit of research the other day and how people think chess is a bit heavier. Well no, because you don't see a chess player flipping through a dictionary that has the thickness of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows now do you? Yeah suck on that! But being a Scrabble Dunce rules. I love my life at the moment.

Here's how my life works until the end of the summer. (The Scrabble Dunce will be alive in College, Playing Scrabble, etc)

I go home from school and I wash dishes for my disgusting family that can't wash cookie sheets.

Then, I usually tidy up when assholes leave bowls out on the counter tops with cereal in them. (because there was no milk)

I go upstairs and I make my bed, I fold my five blankets and put my spare pillow on the ground of my closet where it fits nicely. My closet is really neat, apart of being a SD is having supreme organization, my god.

Then, listen to music and lip sync while playing scrabble. It's a rush, I like to lose early on so when I play at night for two hours it's really intense and I win.

Then, I do other things. Check E-mails, become a fan on facebook of some random boosh, text dunces, maybe I'll eat something and I bop around the house like a dunce because I'm bored.

I never nap. Scrabble dunces NEVER NAP. It's bad, twenty hour scrabble weeks and there's no time for naps, there's not even time for sleep.

Anyway then from then on I hang out in my bedroom, my "box" that will be so utterly different from Boston. Or the cave, whichever you prefer.

I might do homework that usually starts around eleven. But around 7-10 I shower, do any reading I need to do, watch my hit television series', maybe play a game or two or look over some stuff in my notebook.

Then, I play with the Doctor online. She's in her 50's, she's great and I probably belong on the show True Life: My BFF is a Doctor/College Professor.

She's great, we have great games and they're pretty inciteful. 'Very Inciteful, that was very inciteful.' - KJ

Then I go to bed around one o'clock in the morning. It's twelve fifteen now, but my life pretty much rocks and I roll out of bed tomorrow looking like a half cracked Zombie on methamphetamines but it's alright. Two-six hours is enough for me when I wake up and become fueled by my wonderful, loud Keurig Coffee Maker. Honestly, it does fuel my life. It's like gasoline, I'd probably be dead with out it and would have missed out on the entire showing of Dances with Wolves.

So yeah and I have made up a name for myself. I'm the Scrabatorian, like the Valedictorian, the Salutitorian, I am the Scrabatorian. Because I FUCKING RULE.