LIBERDAD!!!

I'm not yet released from this Guantanamo Bay of a trig course just yet (good thing they didn't feed me cock-meat sandwiches. Harold and Kumar Escape from Gitmo was fucking gross), but the point is that I will be in just mere hours, after I curb stomp the final in the face. I will have a month of freedom to pursue my interests before I'm black-bagged and deported back to Gitmo wherein I'll probably be fed more than one cock-meat sandwich by the sheer amount of courses I'll be taking on top of prepping for SATs, starting up college apps, and planning Interact shit. I anticipate the game. That being said, August will thusly be a month where I chill out and do nothing but hone the one thing I'm good at - writing. Here's a tentative schedule:

Finish Futility of a Secondhand Emotion: A Romantic Comedy in Five Acts.

This play of mine is a fictionalized account of my early high school years up to the present set in a wealthy 19th century town. I, of course, am the fictionalized main character with a few of my best friends as other main characters. The play chronicles all our struggles and emotions, mixed in with rampant sarcasm, colorful metaphors, and pretentious 19th century language. I'm trying for accuracy here, in terms of history, as well as characterization, so I'll be previewing this among those who have big parts in it. If you don't, fuck off and stop bothering me.

Finish Genghis Kahn of the Mountain Goats.

At this point, I'm not sure what this is anymore. It sure as shit isn't a novel, more of a novella, maybe? Even that's pushing it. I recently gave this to an EXTREMELY hot English teacher to read and determine whether or not I should continue with it, and because I'm a mindless drone who will do anything for the approval of a beautiful woman, I decided to oblige her. I have some ideas about where to go with it, but I just got to summon up the inspiration.

Start and finish short story: Machinations of the Mind: A Cautionary Tale

While I was sleeping, I thought of an idea for a short story (All my premises and ideas and inspirations come when I don't think about them!). I remembered Ms Michelle assigned the class to write a story about how we as a species rely too much on technology. My hackneyed attempt involved a mixture of homicidal robots, a poor knowledge of computer viruses, vengeful CEOs, and characters stolen from the Tom Clancy universe, but then again, I was 12 when I wrote it, so bugger off. Instead, last night, I thought about how a crazy guy (what's with me an my fetish with insanity?), or at least a guy kept on the very precipice of sanity by his television, car, etc would react to all these modern conveniences being taken away. I thought this would be a great premise for a short story, so I'll probably start work on this soon too.

Read the stack of books I got from the library, as well as Watchmen.

I got a metric fuck-ton of books from the library recently and I've only finished two, The Old Man and the Sea and Cyrano de Bergerac, the latter being one of the finest plays I've ever read, and the former being so slow and boring, Ben Stein wouldn't read it. I also started Heart of Darkness, but that might as well be renamed Peter Jackson's King Kong for how long it takes for things to start rolling. So I gave up on that too. I still have Cat's Cradle, A Clockwork Orange, One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, and The Jungle to read. Cat's Cradle is already turning me off; it's classic Vonnegut, which I'm still sure isn't a good thing considering how fucking weird he is. The rest I haven't even looked at. I also want to read Alan Moore's Watchmen , because the trailer for it was awesome, and it's like the greatest graphic novel of all time or something. I went to Borders yesterday and all of their copies were out. I was very sad :(

Do a fuckton more community service

I did Feed the Hungry the other day, it was fun, as much fun as you can have doing that kind of thing anyway, and ultimately fulfilling. While I would like to avoid associating with people (my ideal summer job is a stockboy!), I do want to do more community service. The lady who took my applications for RYLA offered me and Austin a "job" as a docent for the Mission San Jose museum, which would consist of guiding a tour for a bunch of little shit-nosed, snivelly nine-year olds. I'm mostly interested in learning about the Native Americans that used to live here, but the fact that learning about them and regurgitating what I've learned for community service and college recommendations sounds like the bomb. I'm definitely considering that.

And lastly:

Woo a girl

HA! As if. At least the other goals were semi-realistic, right? Besides, Princess already owns my heart, it's under contract for another few years before it expires and I can sue her for unpaid wages and cruel working conditions. Bitch.

PS. FREEDOM!!! It tastes so sweet! I got an A, forrizzle. What further brightened my day was when this stupid dumb cheating bitch got caught and O'Connell ripped up her test right there in front of the whole class. She was in tears as she walked out, it was brilliant. Am I cruel, or just a fan of schadenfreude? The two are interchangeable, to be honest with you.