Yay! and Nay

It is official: I am going to Spring Break. The rents, namely mother, let me know a couple nights ago at dinner. As I celebrated loudly, causing the rest of the restaurant to turn their heads in my direction, visions of various alcoholic beverages, quite illegal to a man of 18 and quite tantalizing, danced in my head. I saw half gallons of Barbarosa, fifths of Bacardi, cases of Budweiser (it's cheap, there's always a special on it). Let's just say that from next Saturday until the Saturday after that, do not text or call me unless you want to read or hear some of the most bullshit, nonsensical language you have ever encountered.

So that obstacle is out of the way. I am going to Spring Break. And after that, I guess high school's pretty much over. Sure, a few parties here and there, prom (sucks/overrated), and that'll be that. I guess it's been a decent run.

I went to a Bobcats game tonight. I want so hard to get into it, but...no. Maybe if it weren't so fucking family-oriented. If you want to see some really corny shit, go to a Bobcats game. If you want to eagerly gather around that attractive, yet strange blonde woman who walks around with a microphone and her bitch cameraman in tow, hit one up. If you want to see some immensely talented, immensely bored basketball players, buy a ticket. If you want to have fun, stay home and do a couple lines with your friends.

So yeah, I went to a Bobcats game tonight. It sucked. The seats were great (props B.P.). The game wasn't.

I am going to hit the hay now. I want to catch up on some sleep this week. I have a feeling I'm going to get pretty tired next week.