my parents are jacks because they tell me what to do and never give any reasons for any of it. i don't trust them enough for that.

the thing is, i don't want to talk about it.

it kinda sucks to be back.

hassles and stuff.

it's all so unnecessarily complicated.

but it is what it is.

18 on saturday.

i've always believed that i would die at a young age in an unpredictably stupid accident.

got back from the beach today.

prom was kinda sick.

the beach was very sick.

it was all...mad crazy n shyt.

anyway, i just took a shower for the first time since before prom.

being clean again is weird.

i'd probably be the man if i wasn't a bit of a fuck-up.

but it is what it is.

today was a good day. a productive day.

maaaadddd productive.

tomorrow's gonna be sick.

and so will the next day.

and hopefully a bunch of days after that.

today was a sick day.

breakfast.

decided not to go into school.

kat ryan.

marijuana, but its finally time to cut back.

..but i probably say that all the time.

now, food.

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pretty good day.

i overlooked something.

but aside from that, i got a lot of shit done.

the problem with the wonder years is that if you leave it on that channel afterwards, a really annoying commercial comes on for a collection of soft rock songs.

that said, i need to go find the remote.

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haircut? questionable.

on the plus side, we're finally watching braveheart in political science.