Yeah, you read that right, gentle readers. This is the last edition of my little advice column. I’m going to keep it short and sweet. Not because I want to, but because I didn’t have power for about the last 12 hours, and now I’m at Will Rogers World Airport about to hop on a plane to Hawaii.
Now, don’t get to thinking I won’t be back, because I will. I just won’t be giving you that life advice anymore. Some people think it’s because I’m not qualified, and others think it’s because of that court-ordered cease and desist. Either way, I’ll still be here on Wednesdays writing you some tasty nuggets (not Ogle Nuggets) for you to enjoy. But Marisa, I didn’t know you were going to Hawaii! I hear you say. Well, neither did I. But Monday at O’Connell’s Lost Ogle Trivia Night, I totally stole Patrick’s credit cards, and well, here I am.
So, I tried to sum up the best piece of life advice I could give you for my last Gentle Readers. And then I realized that the best advice I could give was yelled at me by one of my old professors. She looked at me, with the sort of look one gives a kid who will never learn and shouted, “If you got time to be tongue kissin’ boys, you got time to be readin’!”
And I suppose that’s very true. I guess if you do have time to party, then you have time to work. And as a young undergrad, I struggled with that concept, a concept that many of you know that I struggle with today. Perhaps I felt that I just wanted to run around kissing boys when I should’ve been reading all the assigned homework. But, I think it always takes that little kick to get you to realize that.
So, take this as your little kick, gentle readers. If you have time to be tongue kissin’ boys, you have time to be readin’. And with that, I bid you adieu. I’m off to Hawaii.
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