Take a Proustian journey through my life vis-à-vis the words I have published to the Internet over the last four decades.
Just in case you were wondering, Best Buy is always busy. I went up there at 10:05 this morning, and I picked up “A Night at the Playboy Mansion” by Dimitri from Paris (very choice), and the blasted place was already bustling. Also, as it turns out, it probably is still cheaper to buy things at a store instead of online. Shipping prices for a lot of that stuff is outrageous.
I can’t believe that I am out of school. All I have done this week is sit on my tush and wish I had something better to do. Needless to say, I have become very familiar with USA’s programming schedule, and I have learned at that dreaded 11:30 a.m. timeslot, “Wings” is your best bet.
Well, I am 18 now. Nothing has changed. I joked that now I could legally buy my cans of Skoal and my copies of Swank, but seeing as how I am not really a fan of either the tobacco biz or the pornography industry, I don’t suppose it matters. Tomorrow I am graduating from high school, and I am really little to no feelings towards such a momentous occasion. I don’t know why. Anyways, I am waiting for a CD to finish burning, but it’s taking forever. The burner is an 8X RW, it’s just a slow reading drive, I suppose.
Tomorrow is my last full day of school. I just thought I would let everyone who reads this know that. I was thinking about wearing my cap and gown for the rest of the week, just so that everyone who still has school would know that me, being out of school, doesn’t have school. But then I realized how unbearably hot the bloody thing is, and so I think I will just spread the word, instead of show it.
Last night I think the sofa beat me up. I fell asleep alright, but in the middle of the night, I remember waking up, and cracking the mess out of my knee, and it hurt the rest of the night, and my hand fell asleep, and it felt like a lump on my shoulder the whole time. In essence, sleeping on anything but a bed sucks.