So, at the end of last month my parents get back home on s Saturday and are basically like 'Hey guess what, we bought a new house!' About that level of casual...ness and everything. It's a vacation home in Atlantic City, NJ. The vacation home part was made obvious to me shortly, I got told where it was last week. I was obviously pleased, but if I have been scarce in the past week it's because we had to get all that worked out, bring furniture up, move in, and do all those nice things.

( Random babbling! )

For my eighteenth birthday:

-Played paintball in the pouring rain and got shot.

-Changed pants at 55 mph

-Visited a head shop for the first time in my life.

Certainly an occasion.

Tomorrow (about 2PM, specifically) I will be legal!

P.S. passed high school

Okay, so. As I think I have told the entire Internet already, there is a very good chance I have mono. The test comes back Monday. I really hope I just have the flu, but the way the doctor was talking, I don't think he doubted the test results.

( Short version: Normie's availability is rather suspect. )

The past week or so has been a surreal acknowledgment that all of you people are real. I have of course consciously known this forever, but it's one thing to realize it and another to actually accept it. Todd actually came down and visited today, and it was... the least surreal experience of all of them. I blame Todd and his magic duffel bag. It was just like he was this guy that I knew, and he came down to hang out. Then I went dancing! More on that later. ( Blah Blah Phone Calls )

So anyway, after Todd left I went dancing. ( Silly DJ's. ) My one friend wasn't there to be the Dance Clown, though, so the role fell to me, and believe me, I had fun with it. A LOT of fun. I made up my own Phoenix Wright based series of dance movies. Von Karma headbanging, Objection disco, Adrian's glasses whipping off pose, and of course Edgeworth, Franziska and Godot all got a bunch of them. (Edgeworth's condescending head shake? So awesome with my hair.) You people coming clubbing in New York will get to see them all.

I am so totally ready to move out, man. ( This is the last cut, I swear. )

Speaking of English teachers, our teachers did a show yesterday where they danced to music from/tried to capture the mood of the decade they graduated in. The nineties was by far the coolest.

So how DO you end a stream of consciousness post, anyway?