You know you’re slipping back into it when you’re finding anthems in Ataris songs again. Bleh.

Falling asleep around 6 a.m. on my days off from school is becoming a terrible regularity. I stay up writing, scripting, go downstairs to get some cider or something and catch a late night movie with the pretense of studying what makes it work but the reality is I just need the witching-hour companionship.

My best friend Mike just turned twenty yesterday, which was celebrated with much fanfare and poker and alcohol, or in my case poker and Coke. Not that I’m sworn off alcohol for any particular reason, just that when the average person is comfortably taken aside to my thought level when they get inebriated. Oh, and the fact that the last thankfully-fading-from-memory time that I drank, I (reportedly) scuttled back and forth on all fours like a crab and muttered incoherently about the atrocious political association of this chimpanzee I had once met.

Yeeeeah. I try to lay off it.

It’s difficult, to say the least, to think that my days as a teenager are waning just as I’m coming to grips with being one. I’ve finally come to grips with all the crap I take and begun to limit the crap I give out, and now that I’ve almost got this teenager thing down, I’m about to be a true adult! Oh wait, that makes sense, heh.

Anyway, writing’s what I’ve been up to, and hope to continue to be up to. I think I’ve settled on this life goal of inspiring others to inspire. Through film or writing or whatever. I mean, it’s one thing to teach someone and make them want to learn, and that one thing is awesome. But to teach someone and make them want to teach… that, my friends, is the incredible sort of thing that’s worth achieving.