the hole

As i move closer and closer to getting the hell out of this hole known as the greater Tilton-Northfield area, it seems to be getting farther and farther. I know that quite literally i am only about a year or so away from leaving this dump behind, but every time i think of enduring another year at the so-called "saltmine", my soul nearly crumbles in despair. It isnt that i hate WInnisquam, i actually enjoy it a lot. And it certainly isnt the people there, because i love the majority of my teachers and fellow classmates. It is simply the fact that i have been here forever, and i don't want to continue being here forever. I believe that i have the worst possible case of Cabin Fever in history.

Part of me wants to simply get up and leave, then come back in a month or so when i have seen other places. However, i know that that is not a good plan at all, considering what the consequences would be, which could possibly include getting stuck in the hole for another year for missing final exams.

I hate this place, and i cant wait to show the world what im made of.

Some men work for the greater good
or what they believe to be so anyway

Others make way only for themselves
and bathe in their riches

Some men find the median
and become a part of the growing middle class

Still, others find happiness in money
and their feeble minds may be fulfilled

Some men work hard to support a life
only to fail time after time

Others walk into a family fortune
and begin yet another generation of misinformation

Some men find themselves stuck with great power
and use it wisely for the greater good

Others use it foolishly
and drown themselves in glutton

Epic adventure 1: the beginning

MC Shank awoke from his nap with a startle. Normally when one is woken, it is because one thing in particular has disturbed their sleep. MC Shank was startled mostly because there were two things bothering him.

The first was that his hero-phone was buzzing out of control on his chest, and the second was that his dog was lapping his face, apparently awaiting a mid-afternoon walk.

"Hello?" said Shank in a state of post-slumber stupor.
"Yo" answered the voice on the other end. The voice belonged to Broseph, another member of the league of cooler superheroes (LoCS). "We've got a problem that might need some fixing"
"Where?" asked MC Shank, now alert and ready to fight inadequacy.
"Concord. The Pirate Queen is planning something big, and she must be stopped."
"I'm on it" said MC Shank, pulling on his hero-belt over his Levi's in a hurry. "I'll pick you up at your house in ten minutes."

Shank ran out to his truck, a serene, black, 1998 Ford Ranger with an extended cab, for carting around other superheroes whose parents wouldnt let them borrow the car. The truck started on the first turn of the key, which meant good luck, and off he sped into the distance, not knowing about the epic adventure which lay ahead.

i think i am officially going crazy.

The lack of things to do here is outrageous, and i cant wait to get as far away from here as possible. I watched "Across the Universe" last night, and it is easily the best movie EVER. Apart from itb eing excellent, it inspired me to head out on my own and find myself. I have thought of doing it many times before, but not seriously until now. My problems, however, include money and transportation.

If i could just get to Boston, i would be home free. From there you can get anywhere you like, New York, Philly, fuck, i could make my way to Los Angeles if i wanted to. This is where the money problem comes in.

I only have about $150 in the savings account, and that is basically enough to get me to New York City via nasty broken down bus lines. I dont know what i would do for work, because if i use my real name the cops my figure out where i was working, and therefore i would be brought back home before my journey to find my inner beauty has ended.

I'll come home when im good and ready, DAMMIT!!


I wish i had the balls to do such a thing.