National State of Alert:
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Personal State of Alert:
(as of 3-8-04)

Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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The Parent Rap
2002-04-12 - 1:52 p.m.

"If I get one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand, maybe we can be happy again,

I'll try for one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand,

then I guess that this isn't the end...

maybe we can be happy again" -Phantom Planet

So yeah, as a follow up to my last post, I never had "the talk" with the roomie, but over the last of the remaining beer last night (not many,) we did the WWF style "show of respect," opening them and touching them together. I let him play Grand Theft Auto for the first time since I got the system, and "the talk" is still in the works, I guess. He's planning on moving out, and is apartment hunting with one of his friends... may that work out well for him. I don't really want another roomie, but I don't know if I can afford to live by myself- so I might have to. I'm not too worried about it, I'm sure it'll work out.

And on another note for last night, my tradition of doing something that my folks wouldn't approve of the night right before they arrived continues, as I a) had three beers, and b) had a little make out session with a friend, Adam. Nothing TOO horrible, I feel. Last time they visited, the night before was a night a reefer madness with Jesse's ex-girlfriend... I greeted them that morning still semi-stoned, and had to act like it wasn't affecting me... that was a trip.

And on another "Charles is scuzzy" note, I have to explain off my Playstation 2 to the folks- I can't exactly tell them that I took out $500 bucks from loan money with the intent to pay it back later (with the rest of my crippling debt). I'm going to do one of those parental lies and tell them that I bought it off a friend for $200 and change, using saved up money. I don't like lying... but operating with the parents is under a different set of rules than with everyone else. Ahh well.

So yes, this weekend will be full of parental visitationness, which means *more* cleaning, less ruckus. Well... less of the *good* kind of ruckus... more parental ruckus. More of the whole different set of rules it takes to operate while the folks are around. More really, really hard music when I start to get frustrated. Or maybe this visit will be peaceful.

Until they discover the vodka in the fridge, or my Blue's Clues girl's t-shirt. I've been getting worse and worse about hiding such things. I'm 20! They'll just have to deal.

Or at least that's what I say here. Ahhh!! Night terrors!!

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...