FUBAR

I'm back in L.A. I was hoping to go back early so that I'll have maybe a day and a half of peace -- I was wrong. I suppose great minds think alike. Many people are already back, possibly to avoid the insane traffic tomorrow. My neighbor "Mundane" is back, and already his girlfriend is over there. I really hate her voice, it drives me freakin' insane. Is it possible for people to be whiny 24/7? She could say "hi," and I feel like punching her face. I'm really moody right now. I know people are like to socialize or whatnot, but I'm a homebody. I could find happiness in a place where there was not a soul for a one mile radius for awhile. Other than noise, I'm still bothered about school matters. The peak of my depression is over, I turned it down a notch. I now stand on a plateau of constant unsatisfaction with life. Save me. And save that girl from being shot with a bazooka.

I'm trying to blog more. The other day, Morgan and I were reminiscing about high school. She was talking about the first and only time she received detention and how I was there documenting the extraordinary with my camera phone. But we couldn't quite remember the reason. We think it was because we were late, but Dr. Pacovsky let us go, but Mrs. Beck didn't. But then why was Morgan the only one doing it? We couldn't quite put the pieces together. It saddens me. Life is passing me by so quickly. High school feels like yesterday, but the memories are fleeting. So I've decided to write them down :-) Time is passing too quickly, and it scares me. I want my parents to live forever.