What went wrong THIS time
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The home life is
tv on all the time no matter what
hearing (real) voices through thin walls
mom making you drive her through extremely narrow and curv-a-ceous, piss-poorly-planned Northern Virginia roads, right up against pissy (and decidedly NOT poor) Northern Virginia drivers/horrible people*
family members assuming way too too much and getting all miffed about it
working through this month's Variety Puzzles magazine while listening to "Big Pimpin'" at a low volume in your room
seeing houses, parks being demolished to build gargantuan estates on the same small plot of land, to be sold for upwards of one million dollars... and repeat!

Tomorrow I am going to try to add
showering
wandering around by myself
doing very superficial searches on the internet for A SUMMER JOB/ACTIVITY??
spending what remains of my parents' money on empanadas
to the mix.

Except for the driving, job thing, and substituting "most anything" for empanadas, this spring break is a return to self, ages 0-20.

* = I actually wanted to use the phrase "human garbage" to describe the people in one fell tasteless swoop, but was concerned that connotations would mislead one into thinking I thought poor people were human garbage, which is not the case at all. Think of this category as being large enough to include teen 'celebrities' whose MySpace profiles include pictures of themselves drinking, and quotes like "Favorite Books: I love to read YES IM A NERD." And then imagine them deciding to spend their time driving like lunatics in new stupid cars, possibly while drinking/MySpacing/building up ridiculous real estate assets with millions of dollars that somehow are within zoning rights but serve no purpose except to cut down trees, block out the sun, build houses no one can afford to live in, and fuel celebutante drinking habits.

You feel me g?

2006-03-06 2:06 a.m.
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