I really don't know what's going on right now.
I dropped Tyler and Ann off after the cast party, and I started towards my house when all of a sudden I realized, I didn't want to be home... It's not that I don't like it here, I just feel like, I'm trapped. I live in what is basically a circular existence, everything I do begins and ends here, and no matter where I go, I always end up here. Of course I've lived in other places, but to me home isn't a location so much as it is a place. I ended up passing my house, and I just kept on driving for, fifteen, twenty minutes maybe. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to just keep on driving, not through neighborhoods. I wanted to go to the interstate, and keep on driving until I ran out of gas, than I would walk. I don't hate my home, but a circle doesn't lead anywhere except to itself. I want to break the line, to be something I'm not supposed to be. I did end up back here, reason prevailed, god I wish I had the courage to keep on driving, I had a full tank of gas, and a credit card and a bank card. I could've made it pretty far.

Jesus Joseph Mary and the Donkey I should be getting to sleep about now! Rather, about 20 minutes or so ago. See, problem is, unlike some of you peeps out there who like to brag about how caffeine doesn't do shit for you, Peter is still affected by it, despite his 10 or so years of drinking mountain dew. Well, it's colder than Elizabeth's heart out right now, some school are actually being delayed, I'm not holding out for ye olde MN though. Well, yesterday was Valentino's, it was fun watching people all around me puke. I honestly didn't think anyone was going to eat that brownie after I dumped all that salt... and pepper... and doosie on it. (For the uninitiated doosie = mountain dew and pepsi mixed together.) Well, suddenly Taria shouts that it's the "next challenge" (the first challenge being between Molly and Peter about who could chug a root beer float the fastest, Burning Bush won on a technicality) So she and Joe were each served about a spoonful, large spoonful. Taria bravely came, she ate, and she puked. Joe, seeing Taria puking and knowing full well that Taria does only cool shit, soon followed suit. Now Nate, who didn't eat any of it and was sitting next to me, just decided to puke. No, he didn't eat the doosie brownie, he just puked. I think the sight of Taria EATING HER VOMIT was a bit much... ewwwww.
Well, today was AP English fun day, Nate and I have a presentation on Friday. Seeng as neither one of us will have ANY time to prepare tomorrow, I figured I would (gasp) take the initiative and do some shit on my own. Well, it is shit, but not a bad shit, a good kind of shit, where you feel more relaxed afterwards. Just don't forget to wipe or you'll go crusty. BAsically I took scenes from movie adaptations of Shakespeare: Hamlet, Macbeth and a Midsummer Night's Dream, and taped them onto another tape. Besides the fact that Hamlet looks like shit, most of the thing came out ok. There's about 5 minutes worth of film, figure THAT'll kill some time.

So, figure, I'm bored, and as everyone knows, being bored means you have to Blog, so here I be, blogging. Well, I had a fairly uneventful snow day. Stayed home and worked on college essays, then I went over to Burke's. We played Risk, of course, and I got raped, whoo. After awhile Elizabeth showed up and we decided it was time to go eat. Seeing as Eric was being forced into slave labor at BK we decided to go visit him. (I can't help but think, "See spot," "See spot run," as I write this.)

Friday was, bleh, for the most part. After school I hung around, at home until my mom sent me off with a long list of errands, half of which I couldn't do because stuff was closed down for one reason or another. I did however stop by the Good Will to drop some stuff off, and while I was there I picked up an awesome leather jacket in great shape for 10 bucks. I love the Good Will, it's schweet. Well, after that I wandered around town aimlessly until I figured the basketball game was over, at which point I headed over to school. I'm a special boy, I decided that I didn't want to walk a long way, so I parked un back wehre there were spots closer to the doors, or so I thought. Unfortunately I ended up walkinga round the school to get to the doors. And, being the dumbass that I am, I ended up walking the long way, note to all you peeps who weren't out and about last night, it was freaking cold. Well, from school I went with a bunch of band nerds to Allie's house, where we watched the Rock with the sexiest man alive, Sean Connery (I want his babies) and I stuck around to watch most of Goldmember (blech).

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
Whoooo..... I like the snow, but only if it comes in quantities sufficient to cancel school. I wouldn't mind a couple of days off actually. See, since I'm a senior, I don't have to worry about silly little things like school being extended. Last couple of days have been, uneventful. About the only thing of note is that my parents have already started in on me about prom. For those of you who don't know, prom last year sucked hardcore for me. I think they have some mental equation in their head that the sooner I get my stuff for prom together, the better prom will be, if this were the case, I think it would come out something like: for every second that passes between now and prom where I remain dateless, my "fun level" at prom gets exponentially worse. Well, something like that. So, Alter Ego generator, (if you haven't played with it yet, as soon as you finish reading this message, you should do so) I managed to get all the way to old age, I was pretty damn proud of myself. So proud that I decided to join a soft ball team called the "senior sluggers" note to self... softball=heart-attack. Other wonderful things I have learned in this game.
1. Babies sleep patterns are about 50% similair to adults.
2. I am a BEE-YOO-TIFUL baby.
3. Being trustworthy means that parents don't catch you drinking.
4. Touching someone's arm makes that person your friend.
5. Dogs don't taste very good.
6. Don't try to help daddy iron his shirt, you will recieve second degree burns that will leave permanent scarring.
7. If someone is dangling you over a stair, don't keep struggling.
8. Let the bigger kid have the toy.
9. Joining the Peace Corp right after you get married strains the relationship.
10.Being nice to fat people is a good thing, they will send you on vacation.

Well, I've added a new part to the site, TIME KILLERS, (that one is for you, Rowings.) Well, go play the Alter Ego game thingy, it's strangely addictive. It seems really boring at first, but you might actually find yourself laughing out loud at certain parts. The best part of all is the way everything is much more important than it seems, and everything is linked to something else, try it, trust me.

Well, I'm here at school early, god only knows why. I suppose I should be doing my AP American History homework, but instead I'm here writing meaningless messages that, are, well, meaningless. (hooray for redundancy). I just realized that I scheduled my meeting with my counselor (remember, college hell) during a class with a teacher who WON'T let you leave his class for any reason. Seriously, you could be on the ground, screaming in pain with your intestines unraveled around the room, and Mr Eichre wouldn't let you leave. He would makes the EMTs wait outside until class was over. I suck.

Your Affectionate Nephew,
Wormwood

I hate my job, I really, really hate it.
Ok, it's not that bad, but there are definetly things that I can think of that I would rather be doing, like, getting my wisdom teeth pulled, or finding out what "sleeping with the fishes" is really like, (that's for you, Luca Brazzi). Honestly thought, I have better things to do with my time than deal with 40 year old women who are just now realizing that they haven't done anything with their lives, and are now having to listen to an 18 year old "kid" tell them how to do their job. This is a big fuck you, Debby. I have to keep reminding myself that the pay isn't as bad as say... AMC, and that they're more flexible with the shit I give for hours than almost any other place would be, even if they do try to fuck with my schedule from time to time and try to make me close on a school night... For those of you who don't know, closing means I don't get home until 1 in the morning, earliest, and if I am closing with Debby, that number shoots to about 2 in the morning, since she doesn't like to listen to the "punk kid", that's another big, fuck you, Debby dearest.

Your Exasperated Nephew,
Wormwood

Welcome welcome, one and all. This here be a live broadcast straight from the front-lines of what I have affectionately named, "college-hell". Yesiree, that's right folks, Peter's on his way to college in these next few months, unfortunately they won't accept my word for it when I say they'll be happy to have me there.... honest.... hey, stop laughing. So the past few weekends have been just chock full of fun things like essays and applications. Speaking of essays, that's what I should be doing now, however, lacking motivation to do anything productive, I'm here, writing to all of you. Well, I'm not sure how long this particular Blog will last, I've never tried one on my own and my last two ended up puttering out after a few months, but we'll see!