The fact that I am writing in a blog that has lost half of its readers due to some delusional Days of Our Lives bullshit is a testament to how bored as shit I really am. Easter Sunday has never had a legacy of being a wonderful time. Although I admit that there was a certain comfort in celebrating the day here at my grandmother's for the first time since our great grandmother past away, the celebration felt more like: "Okay, come sit down and eat lunch... and then return to being yelled at by your mother about something that never happened."
I feel like I've done nothing but drive my ungrateful mother around all weekend, that and thrash my already bruised and sore body around like an idiot. This all leads up to a day of me doing nothing but sleep and watch History channel. I think my time moshing is over. The kids that hang out at the front of the stage and do nothing all night but get their picture taken might be on to something, as I'm sure they don't require an entire day of sleep to feel like a human being the next day.
I have a great deal of homework left. I haven't even touched my police report. I need something fresh, new, and exciting to recapture my spirits and get me involved in what I'm doing again. After I get my car fixed I'll just sell it to some kid. There's only a month left of the semester. I might still have money to move after I sell the car. The trick question is figuring out where to transfer next... too many options. Too little time. Story of my life.
- Nicholas
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