The passed few days have been the definition of a hollow week.

Yes, I just made that term up. It speaks for itself. Use it.

I, as usual, think, go to school, temporarily go into a coma, make myself look like the the kind of guy you look forward to seeing in class and never hearing from again, come home, talk, and continue my day gaining body fat as I drink a fresh bottle of Diet Pepsi which I miraculously was able to obtain.

A social life.

I wish I could have a social life again!

For any of you out there hating the fact you live in a small town, love it. Because everything is so close, no friend is too far, and if you got the money, the local restaurant is one of your favorite hang-outs.

In bigger towns, they'll ask you five minutes within the first conversation, "You smoke?"

To which I reply, "Nah man. Straight edge."

"Oh."

Social life in big new town (I've technically grew up in as a kid), ciao.

Seriously now, its the saddest thing that for the past 90 years, destroying your body is the most fun a teen can have. I might as well put a .357 on the side on my temple a pull the trigger or learning how to fly off my apartment building's roof (the key is to throw yourself at the ground and miss apparently...). Accept with alcohol, marijuana and everything else in between, its a much slower process.

I had a research paper to do on alcohol (who said I did it?) and I was surprised and happy to know the truth about alcohol's effects on the body. It's literally a poison people.

But I heard plenty of stories... the one that stuck out was at a party, girl passed out and threw up, so they stripped her down and throw her in the shower when the true fact is THEY SHOULD HAVE SEEK MEDICAL FREAKIN' EMERGENCY.

These aren't myths. Truth sucks, thats why we have lies.

I have to say, I'm glad I sacrificed my social life to stay straight edge.

For the past two days, I've been strongly tempted and attempted to kick two certain classmates right in the jaw.

Yes, I was planning to do it. The past two days.

Jeremie believes that I can't kick up to his height.

So I told him to step back and brought my foot to where his jaw was. He said that was up to his chest.

But then again, it wasn't the karate kick I've been practicing with. Roundhouses aren't really my cup of ###-whoopingtea.

What Jeremie and his gorilla amigo Jack do now are 'love taps'. Where they slap me in the butt as if we've been friends playing sports since preschool. First of all, I hardly know the guy. He and Jack have no right to do that to me. I don't know after our talk he'll actually take me seriously, but if he doesn't, like those love taps I'm gonna take a shot at one of their jaws when they least expect it. I don't care if they're being friendly after the love tap, I'm gonna introduce him to some size 10 and a half Reebok plus one foot attached to a Brazilian leg.

And if you know Brazilians, you know our kicks.

~AA