Day 52: Census Fail

I've waited my entire life to fill out a census. Ever since I heard about censuses in about the fifth grade, I've been super excited to fill one out. So this year, I got a letter in the mail saying, "Your census is coming. Please fill it out right away," or something like that. So I was excited. A week later, I got my census.

WHAT A LET DOWN!

Talk about getting my hopes up. I only had to answer, like, 2 questions. I thought it'd be really cool and ask my address, or maybe where I work. I don't even know. Maybe something about my hair color? Do I go to school? What's my major? Just kidding about all of those. But, come on!

How many people live with you?

What's your name?

What color is your skin?

Are you a Latino?

Come on, government. Get a little creative.

On another note, I brought Bo & Co. back to the airport this morning. After moving the mini van I had to drive about 3 different times, I finally decided to go in and see if they were downstairs yet. I was right at the front door, when Bo Burnham barges out and spits in the grass. Lovely.

The ride to the airport was silent for about a quarter of the way there. Bo sat in the front this time. It was nice, because I didn't feel so much like a chauffeur, but kind of awkward still, because he just sat there typing on his iPhone the whole time, and all I could think was that he was updating his Facebook status about what a crazy driver I was. I mean, of course he wasn't doing that, I'm sure, but that's what popped into my head.

Then, he started telling his girlfriend about this teacher he had in high school that apparently looked like an ostrich. His description was pretty funny, and I wanted to laugh, but I wasn't sure if I should, because I didn't want to look like a big ol' eavesdropper.

I had the radio on a little (gasp!) so that it wasn't so quiet. Come on, people, I need noise! At least a little background noise. See, I love talking. I talk all the time, whether it's appropriate or not, whether it's annoying or not; I just can't help it. But I'm absolutely terrible with small-talk. So I needed something. I hate silence. When I was little, and my family and I used to sit out in the living room, and it would be quiet, I would yell, "Why is it so quiet?!" So, yeah, that's me.

Anyway, the radio didn't give me any happiness. Miley Cyrus came on. "Party in the USA." Great. I hate that song, and I remember Bo Burnham making fun of Miley Cyrus in his show, so I just sat there wondering if I should change it. But I didn't. I suffered through it.

I have to say, it was a pretty fun experience. It sure doesn't sound fun, probably, but it's pretty cool. Gives me some good stories, I guess.

PS: The title of this post, Census Fail, is a play on words. One of my favorite bands is called Senses Fail. Ha Ha. Hilarious, right?