Senioritis? Seniorslikeus,

Being a senior is a tough job. With all the hassle of getting into school, applying for scholarships and financial aid and not to mention keeping grades at a premium level of achievement and remaining a sparkling figure of social stature, one becomes quite overwhelmed and worn out by the hustle and drone of the daily grind. While not always so pitiless, some weeks take a harder toll than do others and one must take one of the nice senior liberties to liberate his soul from the bellows of the public education system. I'm pretty much just full of hot air, but not as much as I discovered today that the employees at Starbucks do. Yep, today Johny-love and I made a senior skip day, and what a beautifully educating one it was. The new Target is open in Carlisle. Target is the new Wal-Mart, no, Wal Mart for the middle class. No, seriously though, if you are going to contribute to submissive big corporation consumption you better damn well go to Tar-ghay. And if you have nothing else to do with your sorry friends on saturday night, Target is the place to be. Anywho, Target was cool, and new. Our adventure also turned out to include a visit at the Cornerstone coffeeshop. I was ordering caffeination and Jon managed to subject himself to a the conversings of a cracked out contaminant of the holy spirit. This dude was the most whacked out crackster I've ever seen. Beannie hat, oldie person bifocals with flip-down uv's, collared button down, sweatpants and brown shoes, shaking all over, running into stools and preacing to innocent laptop concentrated junkies. Say I don't get out much, but, maybe I don't. Also picked up my new bi-cycle, and it's beautiful.

All in all, days off of school are better than days in, but if every day was an off day nothing would get done. My lovely Miss I-get-out-two-periods-early-every-day-and-everything's-soo haard(phew) thinks that everyone should just take a week off and all would be better. What about the people who make sure you have water? And power? Or how about the people at Panera who make your sandwich or crispani? Or charge you ridiculous amounts of money for organically non GMO'd foods? Yeah that's why I have to go to work. And what about the fat looser with no social life other than his Panera Blog? wait, what am i doing...