Wake Me Up When September Ends

No seriously; I'd rather spend this month in a medically induced coma than deal with the immanent shenanigans that I know will be ensuing.

I don't know how much actual blogging will get done because this month is going to be full of rehearsals, raves, and massive amounts of homework (thank you, AP classes, thanks so much). Who knows, maybe I'll post everyday.
I leave my shit unplanned :P

My pupils are basically the size of small UFOs right now. I just went to the optometrist to get some more contact lenses, and the guy like, assaulted me with eye drops and a flashlight. Then he sat there for half an hour waiting. When I asked what he was doing, he said that he needed to dialate my pupils so that he could check my eyes.

I thought "Hell, I could have just dropped some acid and saved you 30 minutes and your precious eye drops." I thought this, but did not say it, because I don't think optometrists tend to approve of recreational drug use.

Anyway.
It's a brand new month. Woo?

I've got techno blasting into my skull and a bowl of ice cream sitting beside my computer. I suppose life is lovely. I'm hitting that apathetic time when you really don't have too much to complain about, but life is boring as fuck. I'm going to have to think up some crazy, stupid adventure to entertain myself.

Perhaps I shall call Fsb...
Julia