2004-10-29 - 9:07 p.m.
Well, here I am.
I will be at school tomorrow morning at 7:30. I am going to get on a charter bus, I am going to sit next to a freshman boy. I will get off the bus, get in my uniform, and perform my last competition. I'll go out on the field and accept all 500 awards we will be getting tomorrow.
I hope that I go to Ithaca so I can be in the Cornell marching band, because right now I can't stand the thought of forsaking the one thing that has kept me alive for the past four years.
Those of you that are itching to tell me that high school marching band is not important, go fuck off. Right now.
Clearly this last competition is the second sign of the Apocalypse. The first being the Red Sox winning the World Series. I should just kill myself now like I originally promised to.
I must be busy if this is the first time I have been on the computer in days. I don't know how I feel about that. I miss diaryland, yet I don't have the energy to turn on the computer. What of that?
I think I may end up doing three plays before Christmas. God damn, I love theatre.
I feel like Gay Manwhore doesn't exist anymore. His stupid girlfriend has sucked out his soul. I hope I'm not like that.
I need a blow to the head... and cheap soda.
