Posting once again out of sheer boredom.

I do regret having not written more about my experiences at BUSTI. I tried to save the majority of the work that I did there, but we wrote a lot less after the halfway point. Most of it is only kept in memory, and someday I'll chronicle those events. Maybe.

Morgan is leaving for college tomorrow. Soon, I'll be the only one here. Well, excluding Mom, but a mother is sort of an ever-present figure in the life of a child, I suppose, so she doesn't really count. All alone.

It sounds fucking fantastic. There are so many things I want to do with this house, mostly cleaning, that Morgan only hinders the process of, creating more mess while complaining about mom's inability to clean.

A whole new chapter is unfolding in my life.

I'm still playing guitar all of the time. Usually, when I write something like a song or a poem, it feels like a brilliant work of art for a couple of days. Then I go through a period where I despise it, thinking it total crap, only keeping it because I know that someday it will mean something to me again. And then, one day, it does. I hold my own songs in high regard, knowing how honest and true they were at the time of writing them, regardless of how I feel now when I sing them.

Someday, I'll start to record my songs. I hope to put them on an album. I could be like the next Ryan Benyo! Only... less gay.

Checking in.

And here I am again. It's Wednesday night, 7:53 PM. There's a bit of an overcast outside, and the air has a pleasant coolness to it. I ate eggs today for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, 12 eggs in total, but Mom's about to make some pesto spaghetti, which I will happily scarf down.

I turned in my AP History summer work today. It was 1:00 and I checked to see what day the work was due. It was due at 3:00 today. I still had an essay to write. So I cranked out an essay about the major causes behind Bacon's Rebellion in 1676, quickly edited it, rewrote it, and turned it in. All in all, I was pretty happy with the work. It could have been better, but it was very good for how quickly it was done.

My AP English 11 work still remains. Off a very long list of books, I chose The Things they Carried by Tim O'Brien. I have to complete a series of note cards proving I read and understood the book. I have until 8:00 PM tomorrow evening to finish it. So, yeah. Procrastination. I've been playing the guitar, smoking pot, watching TV. I would be playing Brawl but my Wii is acting up again, refusing to acknowledge the fact that it is connected to power. It does this for a couple days at a time every once in a while.

I think I'll have plenty of time to do my work tomorrow. I'm not worried. Although I am disappointed about the fact that I won;t be able to complete the other half of the assignment, which involved collecting 6 newspaper articles over the course of six weeks and writing about them. I simply came into it too late. So I just decided, fuck it. I'll just suffer through a bad grade in AP English for the first six weeks. I'll have to really work on keeping my grades up this year. I want to have a somewhat decent GPA. I don't know what mine is right now, but at a guess I'd say it's maybe a 3.2. But who knows. I could be wrong.

I guess that's it for now.

Back to Rappahannock

I've been putting this off for a while, but I really feel like I need to write. I want to keep that skill as sharp as possible.

So I got home yesterday, around 4:30. I still haven't unpacked, but I've cleaned up my room quite a bit. There's still a ton left to do. After living in a dorm room for so long, completely in control of my own living space and necessities, it's hard to come back to a house that's been completely neglected all summer. I've been trying to get Mom to help me to clean, but it's incredibly hard. Oh, well. What did I expect?

I skipped Band Camp today. I probably could have handled it, but I just didn't feel like going.

And I have to be at Band Camp tomorrow morning at 9:00. I'm not worried. I should be able to catch up on the music and marching pretty quickly. It's just going to be such a bitch juggling Band Camp with summer work. Although, that's really my fault. I'm going to try as hard as I can to complete it, which means I should stop smoking pot. I went 5 1/2 weeks without it. It shouldn't be that hard.

I've been listening to a lot of music that I've never really heard before. REM, Jet, Nine Inch Nails. Random stuff that Morgan had lying around.

I suppose I should have written more about BUSTI. It was quite an experience, and I'm sure I'll remember it forever. There's just so much to say about it that I feel overwhelmed at the idea of starting to write about it.

I look forward to the prospect of helping Mr. Paulette in Acting class. I feel like I've learned a lot, and I'm so eager to share it with people before I forget it myself.

So, yeah. I'm slowly starting to get my life back in order. It'll be hard to cope with Rappahannock again. I miss the city, especially the self-sufficiency I felt when I was there. It's so hard to get anything that I need out here in Rappahannock, but in a city, it was just a walk next door to City Convenience. And I miss the people in BUSTI too. Some of them, I'm very glad to be away from, but it was sad to say goodbye. There was a huge shoulder-crying reminiscent party on Friday night.

Frustration will set in pretty soon.

I really want to graduate after my Junior year, but Morgan just made me aware of the fact that I probably won't be able to. Band is taking up too much space for classes, and I doubt I'll be able to get the requirements, even with a ton of summer work. I hope there's something I can work out. I'll do whatever it takes to graduate early. I would even quit band if I could, but the paperwork and band deposits have already been put in. It's impossible to back out now. I'm already wirtten into the marching show's drill.

Writing this seems to have sharpened my mind a bit. I was leaning back in my chair like a slug, and I needed something to concentrate on to wake me up.

I suppose I'll clean my room now. StumbleUpon is so damn distracting, though! It keeps me from getting anything done. Okay. No StumbleUpon. I should disable it or something.

Anyway, bye.