"Anything can happen on a snow day"

As the days are winding down on my high school career, everything seems to be happening for the last time. Could today have been the very last time I will ever wake up to read "Regional District #1 - Schools Closed"?

Will I ever again be able to ceremoniously dance around in my boxer briefs before collapsing back into a deep sleep?

Probably. I mean, it's only December. We're bound to get plenty winter weather in the coming months. But this just shows me that I can't take anything for granted. As excited as I am to wake up from the recurring suburban nightmare that has plagued me for 18 years, I'm still going to miss the simple pleasures of adolescence, snow days being a significant one.

and also, what am I going to do about Stephanie? This chick is out of control. Yeah, so I had very real feelings for her for an extended period of time, but I've made it clear to her on more than one occasion that those feelings have changed. Now she's psycho and obsessed with texting ominous messages like:

"You can't have your cake and eat it too," or
"You're not worth my time. Or my tears."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Yeah, she's always been a tad dramatic, but this is extreme, even for her.

"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.