And unlike the Bugles, I will not be ashamed of my David Bowie references.

And yes, things are definitely changing, and in a large number of ways. I am now out of school, and there appears to be a void in my life of some sort of overly vindictive and petty authoritative figure (neither of my parents count, because my mom is awesome and my dad only has this power on Wednesdays.) Sooner or alter I’m going to feel the need for a rebellious mind game, but with no disliked authority in sight it just might end up focused as a power struggle against various technological tyrants of the household (“So, refrigerator, you think you’re so much better than us?”, which is a fight I would obviously lose, very quickly.)

Normally, by this point in summer, I would be addicted to the ambrosia of the Tetris gods; but as I said, things are changing. I’m a graduate now, and as such, I must live up to my responsibilities. It appears I must take on the personality of a graduate still living with his mother. First, apparently, is the overindulgence in underage drinking, which I am soon to start it seems. This is followed by many parties when my mom is out called “keggers” (which you can tell I’m really new to, as my spellcheck doesn’t recognize it. I must add it to the dictionary, then.) These are to be coupled with very questionable association, and invariably lead to arguments where I get kicked out of the house, but cannot make it on my own and end up living in the garage (which will be hard, because we live in an apartment.) Finally, it all ends when my mother and I buy a small hotel in the middle of nowhere I take an unhealthy interest in taxidermy (this also will be hard, as I am easily unnerved in the presence of blood; but there are rules to these things, and who am I to question the decisions of the universe). Frankly, I’m already starting to miss Tetris.

We are also giving me a party. (Well, two parties. I suppose one good thing about being the child of a divorce is when this kinda thing comes up. This also ensures that the two will compete to be better than the other, so at best, I’ll end up with two GREAT parties.) Party one (my mom’s and the one I’m preferring already, really) doesn’t have much of a theme, and isn’t all that organized as far as things go, like the food, the setting, and the guest list. Honestly, what we’ve organized the most is the Haiku and Limerick reading, but it turns out not everyone knows what that means. In our defense, we’re really new at organizing parties. The only party I’ve organized was when I was seven; a pirate party at first, but two of my friends had particularly “guarding” parents who decided that pirates were too immoral and would be busy that day if the theme remained. So we ditched it. They weren’t busy after all.

I’m sleeping worse, now. Partly because I discovered that Newsradio comes on at 1 A.M., and have been unable to not watch it each night. By the time it’s over, I’m so wound up laughing that I can’t really sleep for the rest of the night. This allows me the magical ability to sleep perfectly sound from 5 A.M. to 1 in the afternoon. This is quite a bit different from all the time I was in school.

There’s more, much more that’s changing, but, I suppose, some things that still aren’t. I’m still funny (I think). I still draw pictures, and even moreso write stories. I still watch black and white Alfred Hitchcock movies with my mom while my sister groans in anger. I can definitely say, my sister being incredibly grumpy, hostile, needy, and overall exactly-what-the-media-says-about-teenage-girls-y has not and will not change in the foreseeable future.

And as if to prove that much less is changing than might be expected (or at least that I’m pretending it isn’t), next week or so, I will finally post a long delayed segment of Fun With The Internet. (Maybe.)