I Don't Know What the Date Is

I seriously don't.

I think its around the 15th or so, but I can't be sure.
Let's see, I know that the Transfomers movie comes out next Wednesday, and next Wednesday is the 26th, so that means today is actually the 19th.
Well, I wasn't off by that much. 4 days never hurt anyone.
It's been like this for a few days now, ever since last weekend. You see, last week was the first week of summer, and, as such, was filled with graduation parties, graduation cookouts, large groups of people invading various houses to watch Bret Micheals have a close encounter with a falling stage prop on the Tonys, ect. But, of course, this frenzied energy burns out quickly, as people begin waking up at 12 and realizing they have absolutely zilch to do. This begins what I like to call the Bataan Death March Phase of Summer, that period where most of your friends are either off traveling with their family in East Jerusalem, U.S.A, out of the country in, oh, I don't know, friggin China, or off at various camps for cyclopean lengths of time.
Now, in this situation, a person can do one of two things:

A) Get a job, make some dinero, and spend said dinero on assorted items (movie tickets, clothes, blocks of hashish. you know, the usual)
B) Get in your car, rassle up some amigos, and have fun doing jack shit together

This is a bit of a problem for me. You see, being 15, there aren't really a lot of job openings, and what jobs there are are usually for volunteers. Now look, I like doing my civic duty as much as anyone else, but in the summer, I kinda want to get paid. Y dos, I can't actually drive. Due to a series of unfortunate events, I haven't even taken drivers ed either. Sooo, I happen to be duly fucked.
Fun for me.
So basically, all I have to do at the moment is work in my drivers ed manual, go to the gym, and watch Star Trek reruns until my eyes bleed. Seriously, yesterday I spent 45 minutes rewatching that scene in Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams is all like, "It's not your fault Will, it's not your fault", and Matt Damon breaks down and starts sobbing like a hormonal mother.

Not the most productive 45 minutes of my life.

Hopefully things will get better. I'm looking into working the ticket booth at the Carolina Theater, and by next Sunday I'll have completed all my prerequisites for drivers ed. And people will start filtering back to Durham in the coming weeks, which is also a plus.
Now if you'll excuse me, Aliens is just starting on AMC, and if theres one thing that's not boring, its watching Sigourney Weaver kick a 20 foot tall alien's ass in a robo-forklift. Now that's entertainment.

(oh, p.s., I started reading a two dollar copy of The Glass Menagerie I got at Nice Price Books. Just a little fyi; I don't want to start Andrew's Book and Recipe Sharing Club or anything. Or maybe I do. I'll have to sleep on it.)

Just strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go

Back for a Moment

I wish I could tell the people I love how much I love them.

Ok, yeah, I know I haven't written anything in like, a month, and that's kind of an abrupt note to start back on. But its late, my sisters just thrown an honest to God psychotic fit about our broken washing machine (she won't take her clothes to the laundromat because "thats what poor people do"), and I've spent the last 3 hours transposing music into the key of B by hand. So really, I just wanted to get that little tid bit out there.
Its not that I'm reluctant to say it to them; I just can't really find the words. Which is odd, considering I'm a writer. Its harder than that, though. Expressing honest love through words is one of the hardest things you can do. Trust me. I've tried.
I'm going to sleep now. I'm going to be writing more; summer's coming up in a few days, which means endless sun-spattered days in the living room writing whatever I damn well please. And then theres writing camp in July, two weeks that are literally my writing Nirvana. Needless to say, I'm looking forward to it.

I'll be writing more. I promise.

I don't want to live in my father's house no more