I Don't Wanna Grow Up...

[unbeavable]

(Be warned, this, once again, isn't a really fun entry. I'm out of my humorous groove. So...if you are looking for textbook me, don't read this.)

It might be too late now. But can't I just go back to being a kid?

Remember the days when the second you got home from school the hardest things left to think about involved Gushers fruit snacks and

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[extremeism]

So no more forcing will come from the lips (or fingers or mind) of Eric. I will willfully (awkward at all?) and joyful post as many comments as I deem necessary.

First off I found it interesting the way you spelled, let's see, how did you write it...ahh yes, concearned. I think now we know why your life is so complicated - it's tough when you can't talk.

Secondly, Eric, lets be honest here. The thoughts of "What am I going to have for a snack?" did not come across your mind when you got home from school. They started during school. I did not know you [see extremeism for reference (cheap plug)] before senior year - but what I hear is that you weren't the most attentive student. So, let's not kid ourselves. This is twice you have fallen into the "advertisement: false" category.

Thirdly. Eric, you shouldn't think about anyone else while deciding your future. It's not important. What's important is that you make the best decision for you. If that decision is staying in Florida and pursuing *something* then you should stay. If you want to move to Georgia and go to school there. Do it. If you want to come back home, well, that's really the only option I will allow. But you know what I'm saying. It's hard, but whatever you think is the best for you will be the best for you. That's my only advice. I pity you.

For now, I will just try my hardest to get to Florida by March 17th. We can then discuss this matter further. Discuss it while I peel dead skin from my burnt, burnt face. And I guess while we sing songs - if that's what the general public wants. We must not leave them...ahem...concearned...

Oh, the battle of wits.

[unbeavable]

I usually win this battle, but perhaps not this time. But I do love when a man is broken down for mispelling "concearned" after he has opened up his heart, and mind, for the world to examine, or disect, or spit on. A true friend knows when you tear into a man. (This drama is fake, for those who don't know me well enough to understand such things.)

I would like to make it clear to everyone, that throughout middle school I had ZERO attendance problems, and THAT is when I contemplated snacking (that is pretty clear, if you don't have problems reading). So yes, that was my first thought when I came home from school.

Finally, what is that *something* in Jacksonville that I might be persuing? I'm slightly confused about that. There is NOTHING in Jacksonville, remember? And I don't KNOW what I want to do, thats the problem. (And, unless you are a selfish a-hole, you can't ignore people involved, its not an ok thing to do.)

SO...booyah.

You better be talking to the registrar today, and you better be pulling out the benjamins if it takes some bribery... One last thing, if you are going to use part of your comment as a "read my journal" prop, you got to write in it more.