Congratulations

I've almost forgotten about high school. I just realized how lucky I am that I didn't bust my ass. What's the point? Sure everyone is impressed at the time, but wait a week after graduation and nobody gives half a fuck what you did anyway. Everyone gets the same diploma. It hardly seems worth worth the effort.

But it's been a month since graduation, and now life seems kind of stretched. . . Summer is open 24 hours. Kind of like Denny's. And it seems like it will never close. I lay in bed all day and go out and spend money I don't have. It's bum behavior. And as much as I like it, something should probably be accomplished before I'm shell shocked by the responsibilities of college.

Which probably won't half as bad as high school's. 

Yesterday I bought a shirt at Hollister. Maybe I'm becoming too gay to function, or maybe it's the smell, or maybe I just have been lying all this time about how much I hate their polo shirts.

Today:

nothing