Zero days

Well today is the day I have been anticipating for like 172 days. I'd hate to sound like a bitch, but it's honestly a lot less satisfying than I had dreamt. Yes, the cruise music is a remedy, as is the cappuccino and scattered little April Fools jokes.

I think the main buzzkill is Hobbs who is on Douche Boulevard. I don't exactly know who pissed in his cherrios, but I don't really care. Since I'm rather invulnerable as an aide, I'm liking the idea of fucking with him for shits and giggles.

It's a blessing when April Fool's Day lies on the day before Spring Break. I love April Fool' jokes, as much as I enjoy pranking people, I like being pranked to an extent because I'm a good fucking sport. I got Case and Katel pretty good by announcing that I wouldn't be driving them to school anymore. Doug attempted to get me to cut class with him even though he was safetly in class as I was. Good little shit here and there. I need to get Hobbs.

So a few weeks back I think I claimed that I would visit the party bathroom at least 4 times today. Half of me wants to follow through, the other half is like "kinda wanna just like fuck that..." We'll see what happens.

So I don't know if I've told this blog about what's going down in my overnight bag for this cruise, I probably didn't due to the gravity of the situation. Well it's all packed. And it's flawless. I'm more than impressed about this. It's gonna be a good week.

So I'm doing everything in my power to piss off Mr. Hobbs. He's proving to be more patient with me than I had anticipated. I don't intend to fuck with his teaching at all. Just bring levity to it all. Like just now I went up while Van was presenting and started cleaning the bored. Hobbs just politely asked me to wait. Goofy.

I just realized I've been using the same font for far too long. It's the last day before SBXI, and I'm typing in fucking Arial? No. Hell no. Trebuchet. Let's go.

I've had several dreams in a row that I'm at a party and wasted and something bad happens. Like for the past 3 or 4 dreams I've dreamt of extreme and ultimately unsafe partying. For example, last night I had a dream that I partied with Taylor McClure to the point of entirely blacking out, the next morning I pieced together everything that happened, I had a chipped tooth that was bleeding quite a bit. I had also pieced together by asking someone at the party that me and me and Taylor ended up doing stuff. Then the following night we were going to a party at Alex Shacklette's house. Such a crazy dream.

There are two possible reasons that I have been dreaming of partying so frequently lately:
a) I've been partying crazy hard in the past few weeks.
b) I'm about to go on this cruise and party even harder.
I think it's a mix of a) and b), regardless, shit's about to go down in the 10 days to follow.

I'm hanging out with Karen today. Movie followed by her house. Virtual fist bump to all readers. Bam. Nice. The level of innocence for this excursion is unknown. We'll find out thought...

Alright so I really don't feel like getting up to go to the party bathroom. So yeah fuck that.

Dmitri, my little brother, asked me earlier this week if I wished to go back to elementary school. I even remember wondering what my future self would think when I was that age. The answer for my past self, and for Dmitri is no. I do not wish to go back. I don't even wish to go back to Spring Break '10, or the Summer '10. There's very few things I would ever even consider going back to. That's because of two reasons. I live without regrets, and because my life is y=x+1. I listened to the "Kids" remix by Chiddy-Bang, about the difference between being a cool kid, and being innocent. They do not go hand in hand. The problem with that common argument, of coolness, is that the only way you're cool is if you don't know that you're cool. However if you know that you're NOT cool, you are correct, and not cool. Was I a cool kid back in the day of Dmitri? No, and I knew that. Am I a cool kid now? I honestly don't know. I'm publishing that social awareness theory concept as the "cool kid paradox".

It's almost the end of my aiding period, and thus almost the end of this blogs initial purpose. Will I continue this blog? Probably, there's simply no other boredom remedy for this class. Plus I enjoy both writing this and reading it 3 months later. I reckon I have typed over 35,000 words in this blog, since it's birth in October. Some of these are words of humor, some words of anger, of love, and of irony. They are the thoughts that accumulate in my mind, to be released on the screen ever morning between 7:30 and 8:30. To anyone reading this, I hope you appreciate my words. Wish me a good Spring Break, of which will be the best week in my life. Yet.

Until next time...