So, I'm alive, apparently. I'm eighteen. Eighteen years and hopefully that number, twice over, will come and pass. I'm feeling reflective.

I graduated. I'm fairly sure I'll be berated for my laziness and apathetic tendencies toward life by my mother tomorrow. Ryan reminded her to give me a talk, which makes the meaning crystal. I'm to get a job or nothing, like always. I will have to get one soon, though.

I messed around at a mini-concert thing at Tracy Park yesterday. Three bands played and they were more annoying than good. The last band played the majority of the songs. Those songs usually sucked, in my opinion. Then again, my opinion would state that incoherent growling and unceasing double-bass drumming is music. Compare idiotic, urban poetry, shitty samples, and an annoying drum-machine; that headache known as rap. Anyway, it was fun because I got to actually see a couple friends. I haven't seen most since I got out of school, so it was refreshing. I got to see Megan, a triple plus. Problem, I ended up losing my fucking retainer and devoting some half-hour of my time looking for it at the park in the dark, where Megan and I had stood about. I did find it, but the front metal piece was bent inward, but not in a severely problematic way.

Ooo, yeah, played poker for the first time yesterday. I thought it was pretty fun. My childhood was so...dull, I think. xD

Yeah, so, a thing happened today. Well, yesterday, as it's techincally tomorrow, but it's now Saturday. Anyway, that thing sucked. I tried to help, but I think I did serve to develop alternative topics. That's about it.

In Flames' "Evil In A Closet" is owning my primary auditory cortex. The lyrics seem strikingly appropriate to me right now.

Later, you-to-whom-fuck-gives-itself.