Update: Apparently, sometime in the last several months, I’ve become what’s known as an “adult.” I’m taking this accusation very seriously - no one consulted me about this new role, and frankly, I’m getting a little annoyed. Whereas before, when it was time to eat, someone made food (logical), now no one does. I think, as an “adult”, I’m expected to do this. I have been experimenting with roots and grubs, but haven’t found much that is even remotely edible - I’ll let you know if I do. Another thing that has happened is this place I now have to go to every day; called “work,” it is unfortunately very appropriately named. Whereas other places you could go every day (arcades, malls) might have many games and amusements, my “work” has only four - darts, pingpong, pool, and foosball. I wish I could say the horror stopped there. Unfortunately, add the following to the list of “responsibilities” (a dirty word I hear used a lot in this treacherous adult world): washing clothes, washing dishes, washing car, washing house, washing self, paying landlord, paying cable co., paying phone co., paying mechanic, paying doctor, paying dentist, paying piano tuna (I still don’t know why we need a piano tuna, and why it costs $75), paying professional clown, paying for gas, paying for food, paying for respect, paying for money. I’m sure I left something off the list, but suffice to say, I’m left wondering why people choose this “adult” thing over kidhood.

Of course, it’s not all bad. I’ve discovered recently that, perhaps due to a paperwork mixup, they’re actually paying me on a fairly regular schedule at that work place. I’m trying to figure out if the pay goes up as I improve at pool. Until this changes, it’s much better than my previous work-like thing, “school” (documented in previous chronicles). There, I had to pay them a great deal to be allowed to do work. Furthermore, my living conditions have improved - instead of a cramped one room double, I am now in a much larger single! And it’s in a nice house with hardwood floors and chandeliers and fireplaces and marble, surrounded by a desolate, weeded wasteland. And yet I still get to live with my friends. So, things aren’t so bad. I was just reading my black entry when I was really sad, and realized that soon after that, all of the “very bad things” that were mentioned cleared up and I had a fantastic rest of the summer. So, next time you’re down, remember the good things in your life, like your family and friends and professional clown.

I purchased a “DDR” game and mat a couple days ago. If you don’t know, DDR (standing for Dance Dance Revolution) is a very popular arcade and home video game in which you step on arrows in time to scrolling arrows on the screen, along to club style music. Unfortunately, we aren’t to the stage yet where we look like we’re “dancing”, per se, so much as rhythmically stomping and hopping, arms held stiff for balance. Think soldiers marching barefoot on hot sand with bad wedgies. I’ll steal a pic from Tim and put it here so you can share in Matt and I’s joy.

Quote of the week:

Anonymous friend: well, as speaking from myself I have been dateless

I won’t say that’s bad grammar, because as speaking from myself too I have been dateless, and bad date luck from it might be of making fun to that grammar.