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I'm extremely glad to be going to College next year. Not because of the freedom. Not because of the excessive amounts of alcohol. Not because of the fact that it will mean high school's over, but because it means I won't have to hunt for a fucking Easter basket.

And the freedom, the excessive amounts of alcohol and the fact that it will mean high school's over, but mainly because I won't have to spend the better part of the day getting aggravated about not being able to find a goddamned basketful of candy that I couldn't possibly eat all of and is hidden in the easiest, most obvious hiding spot. A spot that, when I do find the damn thing after six or so hours of searching, will embarrass me to no end.

You:	Hey, Todd, you're eighteen! Aren't you getting a little old to still be getting visits from the Easter bunny?
Me:	Shut up.
You:	Or what? You'll...
Me:	I said shut up
Me:	(muttering) Stupid dead Jesus.

I guess it was worth it. The basket contained twenty bucks. I might be able to fill my tank with that.

Yeesh. It's 2:00 in the morning. I'm not tired because it's the end of spring break, throughout which I gradually upped my bedtime to 5:00 AM. That was a terrible idea. As was not doing my photography paper, which, for full credit, is now due at 7:30. That's only five and a half hours away.

Anna is going Promdressshopping (It's an important event so it's capitalized and all one word for some reason.) with her mom today. Inevitably, they will be saying things about me. I hope they're good things.

I have tentative plans to dye my hair black on Wednesday. I'm going to look ridiculous.

I mean, even moreso than usual.

Actually, I'm kind of excited. I always wondered what it would look like. Now I have an excuse: I'm a creepy guy in a play. All creepy guys in plays must have black hair. It's the rules.

Peace.
-Todd