Tuesday, March 3

From Weather to Thirty Minute Comedy Special



From Weather to Thirty Minute Comedy Special

Every Monday I wake up at 9:30 am like clock work, no matter what. I wake up feeling I dazed, sometimes not even realizing my surroundings. I have a shade in my room to keep it dark, my mom always says, “Mercedes your such a vampire” I personally think sunlight is annoying. The way sunlight blinds you, or wakes you up from a deep sleep and even the greatest dream. On Sunday night it was so hot I pulled my shade up, opened the window desperate for a night breeze and forgot to pull it back down so the sun was beaming into my room. I could see the rays of light bouncing off my bright yellow walls, irritating ever so much. After slowly calming down, next on my list is text message my boyfriend as usual. Type, type, type, and this action so routine I could do it in my sleep, on many occasions I do.

My Monday’s are the most mundane day of my week. This week after my long hot shower, I got dressed and my cousin asked me to take her to work. This still is nothing out of the ordinary, 2:30 every Monday I take her to work. Kerrie works for the Town of Buckeye’s after school program with elementary children. So, I’m taking her to work and we get in the car and it’s hot, I mean just insane hotness. If anyone thinks the light annoys me, that as nothing on how the heat infuriates me to no end. So, I’m in the car on one of my rants about the heat and how Arizona only has two seasons hot and cold. Then I go on, “No, Arizona doesn’t have any seasons, it’s just shiver, shiver, shiver and burn your motherfucking ass off, there is no in between.” Kerrie begins to laugh at me, now at this point I’m getting more upset because she is not being empathic to my problem. Then she says, “you know what cedes, that would make a good set.” Then I responded sarcastically, “Oh yes Kerrie, the life and times of a hot ass college student.” Kerrie got so excited, “Yeah, Yeah, you can have your own thirty minute comedy special on Comedy Central Presents!”

That was my Monday, my cousin and I thinking of insane things to do. I can remember when my house was full of people and Kelly, Kerrie’s sister thought we needed our own reality television show. Kelly insisted that we enter a sweepstakes to win our own reality show. Kelly debated the name and who would be the center of the show. Kelly thought of everything and didn’t even enter in the sweepstakes. Never the less that is my life, turning from a mundane Monday into a thirty minute comedy special, or in this case five minute beginning set.

2 comments:

  1. Very funny! Well, Mercedes, let me tell you that you are not the only one who hates the heat and can't stand the sun... I hide indoors during the summer, and I am so distraught knowing that summer is on its way. I wish I can live in a cool place during the AZ heat every year. :/
    Be careful with the grammar mistakes and the lack of comma use. Editing your writing in that way well helps make your writing flow together in a very clean manner. In my opinion, you talked about a 'mundane Monday' in an interesting and funny way, yet you need to provide more to the reader. Show me what you mean or what the other character means rather than just writing what was being said or done. Overall, you wrote an enjoyable blog! Great job!

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  2. You did better with grammar then usual. There were still a few problems though. One of them is on the last paragraph, you repeated Kelly's name a lot. Instead of writing kelly you could just write she. I also have to refute the it gets cold here, but I do agree it gets very hot! Well keep up the improvements! Good luck on your essay!

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