"We're always open"

"We're always open"

stated a brightly colored sign posted on the door of a local McDonald's.

The irony? It was locked.

The restaurant was still open for business however.

Me and my friend Elyse just had to proceed to a different entrance.

False Advertising, for real.

But besides that little fast-food mishap, life has been going particularly well lately. I've now classified myself as a "social addict" when it comes to cigarettes, which basically means I smoke regularly but i just bum them off of everyone instead of coughing up 5 dollars to buy a pack myself. Plus it allows me to continue saying, "No, I don't really smoke."

My weekends have also been getting better and better. This weekend I managed to get baked Friday night and sloshed Saturday night, and still make it to work for 7 am each of the following mornings. (Of course, an immeasurable amount of caffeine was involved) This success has given my ego a boost it most certainly didn't need - now I feel almost invincible. I mean, if a 6:05 wake up call can't hinder my good time, what can?

But the oncoming pressures of college application deadlines are threatening to put a damper on my newfound state of contentedness...

Side note: if anyone is tempted to give James Blunt's cover of PB & J's "Young Folks" a listen, DON'T. It sucks more than a transvestite prostitute supporting her addiction to crystal meth.

So, in short, I should be stressed about college, homework, and money. I mean I spend about 50 bucks a weekend on drugs, booze, gas, and food (arguably life's 4 essential components). But in reality? I'm not stressed. I'm going to get into college. I'm going to get my homework done. If everyone else followed my lead and chilled the fuck out, we might actually start having some fun in this town.