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Holy shit.



Another two days, and I will officially be a high school graduate. I will be free to pursue my dreams and to fulfill my responsibilities. But that's boring, everybody writes about things such as that. I've got nothing new to say about it. To be honest, I'm not really even all that excited. I'm not feeling much of anything at the moment.



So, I won a local writing contest. Five-hundred dollars will be coming my way, and I'll only have to wait the collected sum of ten whole years to claim my prize. Yes, the award was given in the form of a savings bond. How kind of them. I have to admit, it was a smart move on their part. By coughing up only two-hundred and fifty dollars and allowing it to garner annual interest from the bank, they can advertise a prize twice of what they were actually willing to fork out in the first place. It wasn't much of an accomplishment to begin with. By the looks of it, there weren't many people actually entered in that contest. I was probably competing against ten people who were forced to enter the competition under the guise of a school assignment. Once the shock had passed, I realized that it wasn't really anything particularly special.



I'm so negative. It's almost as if I should start bleeding every time I speak a kind word about myself. I suppose it's a good thing that I never do!



A screw socket on my snare drum snapped in half today. Thanks to that, I can no longer get the head to tighten and stay still when I play. And if the tuning is off by that much and I try to actually play the drum itself, the head will eventually burst! That's awesome! How the FUCK do you snap a bite-size piece of metal?



I'm done, I guess.