Sunday, September 30, 2018

How My Summer Was Wasted

As I sit here, writing my blog post the night before it’s due, being told to write about summer, I tried to remember what I did all summer. A thought entered my head.
Did I even leave my house at all this summer?
The answer, not to my surprise, is no. I did leave my house a few times, but only to go to music lessons and a cyber security camp. Other than that, I spent most of my summer in my basement, staring at a 21 inch LCD screen all day.
Most of my interests either require more than one person, or require a 45+ minute drive to get there, plus they’re rather expensive, meaning that I did not have much to do this summer other than use my computer for hours on end. I don’t even know if that's healthy. Probably not. On the bright side, though, my abilities in Adobe Photoshop and After Effects have improved a lot.
My summer mainly consisted of me staying in my basement for anywhere from 8-16 hours a day, doing nothing but playing games, messing around in Photoshop/After Effects, and…
That's pretty much it actually.
I spent most of my time in a basement on a computer, when I could have spent it doing things outside, but who cares about going outside? On the other hand, I did learn how to crash an Apple TV with one command line prompt. I guess my time spent doing nothing but messing with the command line on windows wasn’t a total waste. But let's be honest, it pretty much was.

Where I wasted my summer

Where I wasted my summer

4 comments:

  1. This is totally relatable

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  2. Honestly same. Love the formatting, really makes you scroll to read everything

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  3. Unfortunately, that's relatable for me as well... The picture is appreciated, without it I would've definitely assumed your basement was cold and barren!

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  4. NOOOO - You need to try to take a screen time break....could you survive?

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