I think I'm gonna vote for Hillary.
I think I'm excited about it.

I don't know for sure, but there's not much point in asking me later because, whatever I say, there's a good chance I'm lying to you.

I really enjoy lying, I think. As in, the feeling of it... because it's a rush. But I don't like it. I don't believe in doing it to people you truly care about, though I've become looser with that than I used to be. That's something I think about a lot lately. I also don't like it when it becomes routine, a hassle, inconvenient, tiresome, drudgery. That's what lying to your parents is like... probably because it's never about anything worth lying about, that you should have to lie about. So, I didn't go to school today? What's it to ya? What massive life-changing learning experience did I miss out on?

I'm reading Fight Club. It's pissing me off because every line of it is in the goddamn movie so what's the point?

I remember in 11th grade when I said to Julie that I wished I was Monica Lewinsky (or something to that degree) and the entire class heard including Mr. Kuhn. That always happened in that class. That was funny.

I remember this year when we took a poll in Fischer's of the primary candidate we'd vote for and I looked him straight in the eye and said, "McCain" and he looked out me with new eyes, like a proud father, and said "Really," and I said, "Really" and he wrote my vote on the board while half the class stared at me shocked and, as soon as he turned his back, I looked at a member of my corner with an indignant shake of the head, "No!" Now that's the kind of lie I like. That was funny.

I'm taking so many drug right now, I feel like I should be on Medicare. And I'm not even sick. Weird, huh? This morning I woke up and was touching my ear, looked down and my hand was covered with blood. I was pissed cuz it totally didn't hurt and I thought it was cuz I'd let Bobby play with my piercing yesterday because I realized with shock yesterday that it didn't hurt at all for the first time since I got it pierced in December thanks to the docs infection meds and he'd always wanted to play with it (wow, that's a hard-core run-on. It is so cool that "run-on sentence" is made with a compound/ run-on word. Like how "lisp" is made with the most "lisp"able word of all time). But then I realized I'd just slit my hand open on nothing in particular... and by nothing in particular I mean my hazardous waste infested wreck of a room/ bed.

There's no place like home.
Yay! Jason's home!