When the future starts looking as dismal as the past, you know you're getting old.

I have graduation practice Thursday.

It's not something I particularly look foward to. After all, the whole thing is like a celebration of the beginning of the end. My life as an ambitionless slacker can truly begin: a third shift recluse with no patience with reality or the stupidity of most people. Heh. Some people look forward to college, houses, and families.....

I look forward to an open Internet browser and a cold Coke.

Bland and dull. Do I like it? Ish. But that's what happens when you almost never leave the house for 18 years. You're bound to have a few issues here and there. Actually, I'm still a freak even when it comes to my own family. After all, my older brother is a hardcore partier with a tolerance of steel for alcohol, and my little sister who is a social butterfly and wannabe druggie extrodanaire. Then of course, you have me who is hopelessly antisocial and whose big event is a trip to Best Buy.

Just because I'm in a foul enough mood to say it:

Damn it all to fucking hell.

Heh.