August 23, 2010
Memoir
Couch Potato
About six months ago I finally convinced my mum to buy Megavideo membership. For those of you who don’t know, Megavideo is a site that has free T.V. shows and movies…well free if you don’t get membership and without membership it automatically stops every 72 minutes and doesn’t let you continue watching for an hour, I eventually had enough of watching half a movie and having to stop so I finally convinced my mum to buy membership. Megavideo made everybody happy I got my movies and mum got her Dexter, True Blood and Entourage.
One day I decided to get into a new T.V. show so that I had something to do when I was bored. It was that day that pretty much changed my life for ever, I watched the first episode of Prison Break. Wow, I thought, that was pretty good. So I watched another episode, then another, then another. After five episodes my mind was completely blown. This show is awesome!!!! Then, the addiction began. Every day I would open up my laptop, load an episode and say goodbye to the family as I got ‘to work’.
“Max!” My mum called after school one night.
“What is it mum!? I’m watching prison break!”
“Come and talk to me in the kitchen please.” I wasn’t in trouble or anything like that, she just like to talk to me, I can’t blame her I am super amazingly awesome. However I had other things to do, like find out what Michael Schofield (the main character) was up to.
“I’m watching T.V.!” I shouted into the kitchen, “this is a good episode.” That’s what I would always say, despite the fact that every episode was good. The excuse still remained valid.
“Come into the kitchen,” she persisted. I reluctantly removed the headphones from my head and moved out from underneath the laptop. I walked into the kitchen and greeted mum. “How was school?’ She asked me.
Wow, really? I thought, I had been taken from Prison Break for that? For small talk? “It was good.” I responded instead of stating my thoughts.
“Good. Ready for bed?” She asked. Bed? I wanted to say, but instead I looked at my watch. 9:20 it read. Wow. I had started watching at five, now its 9:20. She had obviously read my face, “yes, its bed time you couch potato.” She laughed as she walked out of the kitchen.
Couch potato? I thought still standing in the kitchen. Well, I was sitting down watching T.V. for almost four-and-a-half. It was then I realized I was a couch potato. I was so proud of myself to reach potato status. All I have to do now is sue Prison Break to get my childhood back.
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