fuck my laptop and its stupid fucking virus!
you don't know how pissed i am that i'm on a school computer instead of my own right now.
it really gets me super-steamed.

(sigh)

can i go home now?
seriously,
i just want to get out of here.
actually, fuck that.
i don't even really feel like going home.
can i just go now?

"it's a fresh start out here. i like it."

maybe i should've gone further away.
maybe i should've just up and left town,
just said,
"sorry everybody, but i've gotta leave for a while. see you at the reunion."
what would people have done?
would they even notice?
i'd probably end up being one of those "i remember when..." friends;
the kind that is brought up occasionally, remembered, and then forgotten all over again.
what would i do on my own?
what would i do with a fresh start?
i guess i'll never know until i actually go out and look for one.

i'd be able to survive.
i learn fast enough that i could adapt to most living conditions pretty quickly.
i'm not too picky when it comes to living standards.
i could make it as a bum if i really had to.
actually,
in some fucked up sort of hippie/hobo way,
i think i might prefer the life of a bum,
at least then i'd be free to go wherever and do most anything without regulation.

honestly, here's what i want to do:
i want to work odd labor jobs, everywhere.
just stop some place, work for a while, make some money, and then leave.
i don't really want to pay for a house,
so i figure that maybe i could live out of my car or something;
i'd buy a van, that'd be plenty of room.
i could park at rest stops to chill.
they have public bathrooms all over the place,
and there are ways of taking sweet showers with these bag things from EMS,
so i'm not worried about that aspect of my plan.
my cell phone would provide more than enough phone service for me,
and my lap top (provided that it fucking works) could go online at most Starbucks all over the country.
i'd buy food just like any normal person would at a grocery store,
only i'd probably buy less at a time and less food that needed to be cooked,
like fruits and vegetables and stuff.
what would i be without?
nothing.
it would be awesome,
and always exciting.
fuck social standards.
fuck what other people say i'm supposed to want.
that vagrant lifestyle is exactly what i want,
my life's ambition is to be a drifter...