WHAT THE HELL DOES A RED BALLOON HAVE TO DO WITH THE IRISH?

hearts stars horseshoes clovers and blue moons. pots of gold and rainbows. and the red balloon.(typed from memory).

when i was a kid, there were a few cereals i rarely got, begged my mom for aaalllll the time, and when she obliged me and my siblings, we ravenged that box in a matter of hours. one of those cereals was lucky charms. i can see why parents don't why to buy this for their kids. it's obvious. frosted sugar pieces of some type of bleached processed mutant grain, and dehydrated food colored astronaut/space friendly marshmallows. a nutritionists dream. i can hear my insides screaming in horror. i used to kill for lucky charms as a kid. i would punch my friends in the face at a sleepover, over who got the last bowl of lucky charms. they are a godsend for a kid looking for that saturday morning sugar rush, fuel to driving everyone else in the house crazy.

nowadays my thoughts towards this cereal has changed. grain prices must be up, and marshmallow prices(is this traded on the stock market?) must me down, because they have made the cereal bits smaller, and even fewer, and increased the number of mallows. which some people might be fond of, but it's not really my thing. towards the end of my breakfast i ended up just eating spoonfuls of marshmallows, which my inner 10 year old did with glee, but it was not enough to override the desire for more actual cereal. its 9 am i don't need this kind of sugar. it is ridiculous. i literally feel like i just did a few lines of cocaine i am so hyper. and then by my third class i am falling asleep.

i do have to give props to my homeys over at malt-o-meal for making 'marshmallow mateys'.(shout out to brooke) a cereal that to me has a more proper proportion of mallows-to-cereal. i can actually stand eating it every once in a while.

a word to general mills, up the cereal count, and the size of the cereal pieces. and do not increase the size of the mallows(you did this you idiots). there are enough. too many. i know your market isn't adults, but you lost a diehard fan. i will not be buying your cereal any more. good day.

ps-the leprachaun "lucky" is a creepy bastard. look at this pic. the shadows on his eyes/forehead. not someone i want my kids frolicking in the woods with. i don't like him. he is the cause of my night terrors.

pps- the milk turns blue when you eat it. gross or awesome? i can never decide..

THIS BOWL IS A TIME MACHINE

when i was a kid, my favorite part about the weekends was waking up, pouring a bowl or two of my favorite cereals, sitting on my living room couch and watching TV for about 2 hours or until my mom would make me do some chores. rocko's modern life, ren and stimpy, xmen, spiderman, guts, bugs bunny; it was the best way to recoup from a week at school and to start off a saturday before going off with my friends.

i am 21 years old and my life is very different than those carefree days long gone. i never wanted to be an adult, and now that i am one my sentiments towards my position have not changed. between financial stresses, school, my future, dealings with girls, my mind is overloaded with the weight of the world sitting pretty on my shoulders.

but i take solace in the fact that most saturday mornings i will sleep in, get out of bed, stay in my pjs and pour myself a big bowl of my favorite cereal. nothing is more therapeutic. I usually proceed with watching of an episode or two of it's always sunny, mad men or arrested development, and i can't help but get taken back to those carefree moments of my youth, if only for a half hour. more than a convenient delicious meal, there is nostalgia and comfort in this bowl of cereal. it is a time machine. taking me back to those days i miss so much. the combination of cereal, pajamas, sitting cross legged on my couch and quality television is one that is timeless and perfect. alas, the calls of life start to beckon me on, but i feel ready to face its call. i am fully recharged.