Age (89 of 90)

What? On time again? Preposterous.

Oh Lawd:

Summer continues as usual. And by as usual, I mean, I hardly know what day it is, dad has secretly supplied me with food at all hours of the night, and I've generally moved very little. But, it's getting more exciting. My computer to TV cables came in the mail today, so now I can watch pokemon on a bigger screen! It makes hulu so much more exciting. Shut up. Stop judging me.

But in other news. I'll actually be leaving the house tomorrow. I'll be with Stephanie and her rugrat Shelby in the morning. Then I may or may not be making my way to Muncie for the day-ish. I honestly hope I can get down to Muncie, but it's kind of inconvenient. I'm supposed to get my brother to speed camp (that damn little beast and his freakish training) for 10am Saturday, then he has his birthday party which I've been roped into helping with.

That little monster is going to be 10 soon. It's crazy. I feel all old and sentimental. Where's the time gone? He'll be in 5th grade. Lindsey will be a freshman in high school. Fuck, I'm (hopefully) graduating next year. What the shit? When did we all get old(er). We were cleaning out the basement the other day, and of course all the baby toys and stuffed animals were the first to go. We all just got so... big at some point. I don't know when. But we did. My brother is turning into a boy thing. He's got shoulders, and he's all tall and shit. What happened to the little kid I could beat up with no effort what so ever? Now I actually have to mildly attempt to restrain his scrawny ass.

It's weird. It's really weird. I'm that old person at home now. I've hit that "old" brink. For my area at least. Which is weird. Because at school I'm little. But at home, I'm surrounded by 15 and unders. Which really isn't that big of a gap in the real world, but this isn't the real world. This is home. At home I'm the oldest kid on the street. At home I'm the resident "old" kid. Surrounded by tiny little things that I almost run over in my car 'cause they're still too stupid to not dart out into the street. Shit, I'm not even that much older than the high school fucktards running around. But there's a difference. There's a difference between me, and those 18-19 year old high school seniors. I can just sense it. Maybe it's because I'm a jackass and I hate everyone (it's probably because I'm a jackass and I hate everyone) or maybe there really is a difference.

Maybe at some point in the 2-3 years age that separates me from the high school kids, I learned something. Or maybe I really do just have a god complex and think I'm better than everyone. It's probably both. Mostly the holier-than-thou attitude. But every time I see them around I can't help but smirk. Mostly because outwardly they (generally) fall into a category of people I can't help but laugh at (admittedly there's a high chance they're not all whores and meatheads, and that they're all very nice and good people on the inside). But still, a lot of them project that douche-y aura. (Of note: there's a chance that some of them aren't even in high school, some of the younger ones look epicly of whore) What the hell happened to kids?

My brother collects some bracelet thing called silly bands. I hope he stays like that for a while. I'm already loosing Lindsey to the "more grown than I should be" crowd. Can I keep one innocent one please? It'd be nice. I'd hate to have to come home and beat the shit out of males and females. The boys will be easy(er) to beat off. The girls? Those bitches get fearless.

Quote of the Day:

"Your first appearance, he said to me, is the gauge by which you are measured; try to manage that you may go beyond yourself in after times, but beware of ever doing less."
- Jean Jacques Rousseau