And I'm Addicted To Your Punishment...

"Getting Away With Murder" by none other than Papa Roach.

Blehhhhhhh.  Blogging has become a chore, and I don't like that.  For one thing, I don't have much to blog about.  I mean it's basically I force myself to get up and go to school, I manage to sit through my classes, I go home, sleep, interweb, and then sleep some more.  I mean, yeah, I hang out with my friends, I mean just in the last month I went to see Scream 4 and one man Hamlet with Daniel and Joseph, but nothing just seems blog worthy anymore.  All the fun I have is trivial and I just don't feel like blogging about it. 

I've recently become obsessed with several tv shows as well, and maybe that has something to do with it.  Namely, Adventure Time, Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files, How I Met Your Mother, and Supernatural.  So I've been spending a lot of time watching those instead of, y'know, blogging and such.  Also I'm still much addicted to Cracked, so I spend a lot of time there...

I'm mostly just counting down the days until graduation.  That's a good thing to talk about.  Last Friday night was the last play of my high school career.  No, I wasn't in it, I went through that last semester with 12th Night and whatnot.  But I still cried.  Like, curtain call came (it was School House Rock Live by the way) Dooley came out and thanked the seniors and whatnot, I was sitting there in the front row supporting them, and it just got to me, and I started crying.  Luckily I managed to get out of there with only two people seeing me crying, not counting my mom of course.  Daniel only saw because he was sitting beside me.  John saw because it seems like everytime I've cried in the last year he's been there to comfort me.  But I made it out to the car without sobbing or anything, it was just gracefully leaked tears and such.  But when I got in the car I turned into a mess.  It was not a pretty sight.

Graduation is going to be even worse.