I'm very good at controlling myself, i've realized.

I'm a prime example of someone with personal restraint.

These past two weeks have been an adventure to say the least.

Halloween weekend was a blast. Because our teachers are hell bent on spending the least amount of time with the negative&violent students of my school, they took monday and tuesday off so we had a four day weekend. How exciting it was!

I never realized all the perks that come with being a senior in high school. I must admit my ability to be sociable and be such a personable person with people allows me to make an interesting amount of friends in such a little period of time. And because of this, I get invited to a lot of parties. I feel wanted, wether it be a good excuse for the emotion or not.

3/4 parties got raided that weekend. The one party that didn't get raided was the only one I didn't get to attend. We must have been doing something very right or very wrong to get raided. But the pictures i've attained from them all leads to the idea of us doing something very right.

I went to my very first homecoming game on thursday. I'm glad it was here too. I know for a fact that anywhere else it wouldn't have been the same. I rode with 5 friends and 4 of them were interlocked in their spouses mutual relationship. So I and my other single friend both took solace in each other's company. We smoked and drank on the way there and it seemed to only add to our growing expectations of how good the night would be. Every expectation was met, i must say. As we got there I saw plenty of people I knew on the way in and once we were at the bleachers a whole side of it was filled. Shoulder-to-shoulder all the seniors stood, many embodied in school colours, many very drunk. And the school spirit thrived. I made my way to the top and one thing I must say I like is hearing people shout my name in utter disbelief that they are seeing me in a "senior event". Friends hugging, yelling, kissing, me getting stripped and blue paint smothered on me, chants that I felt compelled to join in on. It really was great.

The hangover at school the next day was totally worth it.

And tonight is homecoming.I woke up and hit the bottle. I'm not sure why but it seemed to just ease my mind of all my troubles. My friend Desiree came over and we did the usual morning ritual. We smoked a few bowls and I even made her breakfast.It really was a good morning. Now it's night time, when the real fun starts. I don't have a date. At the moment, don't have a ride to any after parties that I was so looking forward to going to. I wait however, and hope that chances arise. It's how I live; waiting. Seems to be what I do right.

"I'm feeling reckless and I feel the need to stress this: I'm stepping out"