Guess who's breaking down and going to get her permit this week. Everyone's very excited. Barring myself, of course. Because that means I'll have to drive and such. So consider this advanced public notice that I'll soon be let loose on the streets of Middleboro.

We went to Onset yesterday, refused to pay $75 to listen to scratchy mics, and instead perched atop a hill with a view while eating Doritos and listening to Alanis Morrisette. I did get new sunglasses, though.

"Mussolinni, Stalin, Hitler, Shoot!" We fought in the car about Fascists and Hitler. I should have known better than to bring up WWII politics infront of my father. His version of history differs severely from my DeFelice honors program. "I have an outline, Dad." Sheer indignation, he says. Ugh.

I paid $12 last night to make small talk with graduated Seniors and say "well, the kids were really cute". It's pretty sad though, how I actually miss being in that school. I love that auditorium. 10 years from now Martin and I could go to a show there, and we'd still cringe at the stage crew. "My God, they're gonna scratch the stage." "I'll go beat them up after the show."


ash @ 4:18 PM