You know what pisses me off? Before school, when I'm vedging out in my car, I enjoy myself blasting music that's audible across the parking lot. Then Admiral Dipshit comes up and tries to kick me out of my own car. Today he came up to my window stating "he has to tell me every day and he's not going to tell me again". And my response to him was about to be "well fuck you because to my knowlege there is no rule that bans sitting in your car until school starts" but he walked away before I could respond. So I turned the volume back up and proceeded to jar the shit out of my trunk.
I installed surround sound in my room. Yes, surround sound. 2 subwoofers, 4 speakers, 1 volume control. 'tis high quality sound. I'm very proud of myself. I decided to cease work on the workout room sound system for two reasons: to be able to put all efforts to bedroom sound system; and I'll soon start going to the gym to workout, making the workout room and it's potential sound system obsolete.
The 'lifestyle change' is going well, thanks for asking. I'm beginning to get used to the routine and better yet I'm seeing small results. I'm starting to notice guns, not big guns, like 20mm pistols. Which is fine for now. I went with my dad to GNC to purchase some bulk up shit and discovered that GNC is in fact the Douche Capital of Mall St. Matthews. As I was checking out, some little 7th grade fucker came up to me "Bro are you on creatine?"..."Uh, I am now"..."Dude it's good"..."Great, you on steroids?". Douchebag.
It's typical first-two-weeks-of-March weather. 40-50's, rainy, grey, starting to look green. The super overly nice days will come in like 5-7 days I'm predicting. A quick look at the iPhone weather app somewhat confirms this. Oh well. Here's the way I look at it. I don't care if every single day in March is crap. I just want April 1st to be a gorgeous-ass day. I want to go to school that day, sunglasses equipped, and have a good no learn day where the windows are wide open and the wind gently blows at the blinds. I'll have my favorite caffeinated bevarage which will taste and feel like drinking a frothy cloud, as I look out the window next to Katel smiling at the morning outside. I'll go to the party bathroom like four times that day where I will text sir Krauss about the beautiful mood and atmosphere. 7th period will roll around seemingly too soon and I will rot in that desk of mine counting each and every one of those 50 minutes until 2:20.
Then the bell will ring and I'll slowly walk to my car enjoying "Kokomo" being played over the PA, gracefully giving highfives to everyone worthy along the way. I'll step outside into the warm Spring air, smile, take a deep breath, and twirl my lanyard around like a fucking helicopter. The 172 day wait is over, and it's time for the most relaxing drive home ever. I'll pump some positive energy, hearty-beated music with sufficient bass, with the windows down for all to enjoy. People walking past my car will smile at the happy music, also reminded of the magnificent week ahead. Sunglasses on active, watch shining and reflecting the gold sun, class ring giving a hint of royal blue on my right hand, and my boat shoes ready to step onto a real boat, my spring break swag will be set to ARM. Hell, I might even enjoy a smoke for the drive.
Then I will arrive home. Step out of the car, step into the house. I'll hold my hands up in joy before turning on the surround sound in my room and blasting yet more happy music. The week of utmost partying has begun, and it's time to get fucking crazy.
Speaking of which. I had an interesting conversation with Chloe, Alex Krauss' sister, of whom I've hooked up with at some point in my Los Angeles adventures. We discussed partying a little and she asked if I've been partying hard as per usual, I said no because it's winter but the partying off-season ends Spring Break. She expressed that she was jubilent that we'd start the party season together and celebrate our birthdays. I responded "Hell yes. I'm gonna party so hard you'll be like 'Decker I can't party anymore...' and I'll be like 'fuck that I'm still partying!'"
I mean, it's the biggest, craziest, most awesome week for partying in the year. If I throw up on the nightly, so be it, party harder. If I am hungover every single day from the hours of sunrise to happy hour, so be it, party harder. If I wake up in a different stateroom every morning, not knowing what the fuck happened as to how I fell asleep there, so be it, party harder. It's almost gonna be challenging to go that crazy for a week straight. But I'm up to it. I want to remember the fiestaness for the rest of my life.
Hell yeah. I'm gonna go look up the term "ARM" now. Adios.
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