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How awesome? Yesterday was SO awesome that I was able to forget that I had taken the SAT that morning. So awesome that I was up at 3:30 AM, hanging out in noob-town Guild Wars, still energized on awesome. It started out with me breezing through the SAT-- it isn't nearly as hard as everyone says, and I'd taken it before.

Some advice to anyone who has it in their near future: Your parents may decide to buy you a big-ass 10 pound book of SAT prep. That book is utterly worthless. Take some of the practice tests in it, but no amount of practice tests is going to make you feel like "I've seen this before" when you do the SAT, except for a private tutor.. Also, the practice tests are the only redeeming factor in that entire book. Go pick up a book like "Hack the SAT." It sounds like a stupid book, but Hack the SAT is actually full of the advice that a tutor would give you. Then take some practice tests. Then set the book aside so that one of your siblings or cousins can use it.

Anyway, back to what happened today. I got out, made some phone calls, and immediately started teaching some friends how to play Dungeons and Dragons, an activity that ultimately ended in an actual game that lasted for a good two and a half ours. I then hung out with two of the players, names of Lauren (Lilith) and Jon (Horatio) until 7:30, which was when we went to see the school play, You Can't Take It With You. The performances were brilliant. Believe me, my school has some hardcore talent in it. Lauren and I, after the play, went to lie on the grass in the deserted quad until my mom came to pick me up.

That was it. I dunno, you had to be there <<

I would wonder what to do with my life now that I don't have a future.

First things first, I'd quit school and my job, and I would try one last time to approach the friends who I pushed away this year. I don't have a terminal disease, but even so I plan to try eventually to fix things to at least some point. I would spend a lot of time with my family and let them know that they matter to me. I would travel to places I've always wanted to see.

Then I would spend what time I had left trying obsessively to leave my mark on the world. I would write books, donate to charities, and generally try to generate as much attention as possible before I die. If I'm going to leave this world, I want to leave evidence that I was there for as long as possible.

Finally, I would prepare for my funeral. One thing I've always said is that if there's a priest at my funeral, he has to sing "It's A Hard Enough Life" or "Tomorrow" from Annie. This will be my final snark at religion from beyond the grave, because I hate Annie. It'll show that I could give two shits about whether or not there's a priest, and that he, much like the song, is a joke.



   

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Working at Ross Dress for Less is not the worst thing you could do. As I tell everyone, I could be flipping burgers. At first, I wasn't really sure that I was cut out for retail because they made me do a lot of "recovery," which means to make everything look nice and make sure everything is where it belongs, and that's pretty much like telling me to clean my room, and right now I'm lying on my stomach typing with my homework under one elbow and my shirt under the other, with piles of dirty laundry and textbooks on either side of me, and somewhere over there under my jacket is a can of jelly beans, underneath my jacket, next to the empty Propel bottle. I wish I was making this up.

You also meet some interesting people working at a place like Ross Dress for Less. First there are my co-workers. There's no nice way to put this, so I'll say it bluntly. I am sheltered. I go to a glitzy private prep school and I live in college town. This is the first interpersonal contact I've had with this class of person in my entire life. Don't get me wrong, they're extremely nice folks and I don't feel any sort of class barrier between us. Usually. Occasionally-- just once in a while-- I realize that they all smoke on their breaks, and that they nearly all talk in thick local pidgin including a couple of the managers, and that this isn't something they do on the side, this is their careers.

Oh, and the customers. There's the biker Vietnam vet who I see almost every single day that I work there. There was a one-eyed woman- no eyepatch, just a skin-covered socket in her skull. There were the two gayest men you have met in your life. Ditto with two lesbians. A while ago there was an extremely obvious transsexual. Just today was a profoundly stupid woman whose voice sounded like if you were to let your jaw go slack and talk as if you had no interest whatsoever in actually pronouncing your words.

It was an interesting choice to talk about my day in my first real blog post, but the "my sad story" post is going to have to wait until I've gotten into the groove of commenting on perfect strangers' Xangas and getting them to come read mine and become my friends. I did it before, I'm sure of it, but hell if I can remember how I decided who to bother, and how I got people to randomly find me.

Sometime during work today I thought of something clever and insightful that I wanted to put here, but I have long since forgot it. Then again, I'm sure everyone who has a blog does that on a regular basis. I haven't done this whole Xanga thing for, like, four or five years, so give me some time to settle in.

Comment me god dammit.