www.neil.blog memo to myself. do the dumb things i gotta do. touch the puppet head.

I went to a party last night at Derrick’s. After everyone left, me and Rene went upstairs to chill for a while. We talked about sweet random stuff, and then kind of dozed off. My parents don’t like it when I come home later than 12 or 1, and it was 1:30, and I just closed my eyes for a second and then woke up and it was 6:15. I freaked out, said bye to Rene, and drove home as fast as I could.

Got home, crept through the front door, snuck up the stairs, and passed out in my bed until 2 in the afternoon. Took a shower and wondered how I would explain this to my parents. Maybe I could pretend nothing happened, or something.

I walked in to the living room where my dad was sitting with my brothers watching TV, wondering how long I was going to be grounded for. After about 10 minutes:

my dad: how come you weren’t in bed at 5 in the morning?
me: I was at Derrick’s, I fell asleep
my dad: oh
me: sorry
my dad: HEY PUT THAT R KELLY VIDEO BACK ON.

A similar conversation ensued with my mom, then I went to work.

..

Someone yell at me, or something. I’m thinking it’s a trick, or who even knows. These are the same parents that would flip out if I came home 10 minutes late from the Java Hut on a school night. So I don’t really know what’s going on. I know I’m 18 and it shouldn’t matter what time I come home, but I still feel like that since I’m living in their house I owe them some respect as to not show up at 6 in the morning. Whatever, it’s just weird.

Also, read THIS. It’s one of my customers, talking about me on this forum.

My mom just referred to blueberries as “bloobs” and I laughed a lot.

Summer school “graduation” is on Thursday. I don’t think they ever did that before, but there are about 20 kids that didn’t graduate so whatever. I think that will be embarassing.. I just want them to mail me my diploma.

I registered for fall classes at Worcester State. I did the placement test and did well enough that I have to go back next week and write this essay on something, and if I do well I get to skip English Comp 101 and go right to 102. And I tested at a (high school) Spanish III level, somehow, even though I haven’t taken that class in 2 years, and did shitty in it. And just picked random letters for most of the questions.

I started to type out my schedule, but decided not to. Instead, here’s the classes I’m taking:

Holy shit, that book was INTENSE.

And I had it read in less than a day.

And I didn’t cry until page 639, beat that SUCKAHS.

Once again, I must stress, WOW.

Also I just read for like a day straight and now my eyes kill.

When is the next one coming out? Soon, I hope.

PS RON DIES AT THE END
jk i’m not telling