I am spending most of my time at other people’s houses. Right now I am at Lindsay\Jacob\Kane\Sam\Mark\Zombie King’s, sometimes I am at Dylan\Harry\Matt\Nate’s (AKA Wayne Manor), I used to hang out at Blue-Haired John’s, and MOST of the time now I am at Robert\Lee\Ian\Jim’s. I feel bad that I am never home, but its so depressing to not be out, and my house is such a boring place. Boring is torture. If the devil (AKA Al Pacino) is reading this, he should know that when I get to hell a good eternal torture would be boredom. No pen and paper, just boredom.
Speaking of which, my parents are coming this week, so I better be home for that. They will be here Thursday, ugh, I love my parents but I cannot stand them sometimes. They use words like ‘time-sensitive’ and ‘cost-efficient’ a lot. They really bother me and the thing that really bothers me is that I know I am slowly turning into them.
Enough whining from me. I don’t know what any of this means, I just know that school is officially over. I have to show up for one more class, but that’s just for my hours. I have no more work. I am going to try to write something over break, it will be pretty weird. I hope it turns out well, but it is sure to raise some pulses.