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Last day of winter break and I haven't done a shred of work. Whoops!

And I'll cry if I want tooo~

Hit the big 18 |B Nothing seems different.

Today I built an ARK.

WOOOOOOOOOOOO

I missed the second presidential debate, but from the 10+ summary articles I read, the only mildly interesting thing is McCain calling Obama "that one", and even that is only useful to spin doctors.

After giving it quite a lot of thought, I realized my decision and pretty much every big decision one has to make boils down to two things: Tits, or Destiny. I choose Destiny.

Whenever something really cool happens, life likes to say "lol no u don't" and throw something else really cool at me, forcing me to choose between one and the other. In this case, I have a choice between a 72-hour long gaming marathon, called Gamers Give Back. It's like a real charity marathon, where people pledge money for miles ran, only in this case it's hours managed to stay awake -and- playing games. On the other hand, I have the monster of all metal concerts scheduled right in the middle of this event. I'm talking Judas Priest, Testament, Motorhead, and Heaven & Hell. In ONE show. If I successfully stay awake the full 72 hours, like I plan to, my friend Matt will have a plaque engraved with my name, commemorating my absolute lack of life. If I go to the concert, I'll witness a storm of metal so strong it'll blow my tits off.

Now I must choose between immortality in memorandum, or a metal concert that which has not been seen since Ozzfest was good.

I am done with high school. I now see the real world looming in front of me, ready to destroy everything I have and leave me scarred and broken. But, should I accomplish nothing else, at least I have created a legacy. On April 30th, 2009, a student shall carry in a box of yellow fliers and distribute them amongst his friends, to be passed around the school. Their message?

"This is free speech."

There are these times, when the hour grows late, that I reflect upon my life so far and consider what's left to come. Rarely do I ever visualize anything good. Sure, during the day I can fool myself, I'll be a rockstar, an author, and a pro gamer all at once. But at these times, I find that even I don't buy what I'm selling. I cannot write, I have no story. I cannot play, I have no rhythm. I cannot love, I have no one. If the majority of people are leaves being buffeted this way and that by the wind, then I am one who feels no breeze, but can only plummet downwards.

I have been suspended indefinitely from my school.
( :words: )