Well, here we go. We’re going to jump right into the pudding. Man how fun would it be to jump into a pool of pudding, but that pudding would be a bitch to clean off. I know.

So I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing now. None whatsoever. I’m going to go to some youth employment centres and go job-hunting but other than that it looks like this will be the greatest movie bender of my life. I got the Feature magazine last week and dammit there are a lot of good movies on next month.

“The One-Hundred-Dollar Bill” by Booth Tarkington, who should be called Tooth Barkington, is a short story about a young poor man trying to survive in the desolate world of America in the early 20th century. It is an excellent story showing the ideals of people at that time. It is an excellent story, despite a paragraph at the end that explains all of the signifiicance of the story in a dull manner.

Now that high school is over, its time to look back and say, “Wow. How many hours of sleep I lost in those 4.5 years.” It was a good chunk of my life and overall, it was great. I’ve put so much effort into that school, that I’m gonna make this quick. For classes, it was history, chemistry, gym, and english. There were so many books that I’ve read and movies that I’ve seen, that I would never have touched if it weren’t for some educational reason. Most helped me to understand other movies, or get me screwed over by wanting to take calculus. The teachers were great, but for some reason all of my favourite teachers turned out to be the ones that everyone thought were gay. Well as a retrospect as to my motives throughout high school, I feel my first and last words will express that clearly. As I walked into school on my first day and sat amongst my friends at our “Welcome Grade 9 Breakfast,” which consisted of only orange drink I might add.....with bitterness, I said, “Here we go fellas! One step closer to gettin’ laid!” Yesterday, as I gave in my essay, I told my teacher, “Mission accomplished.” I couldn’t have asked for a better reply than his response. “I hope you enjoyed it.” Unlike every other big step in my life, this sunk in......when it actually happened. Mind you, this might have been because I made a big deal out of it by celebrating right after, and by adding a little music to the day. As I left the school I had AC/DC’s “TNT” blarin full blast on the headphones, but what did I play just as I set foot on solid ground outside that institution of humiliation, well that can naturally be found here in the briefcase from hell.

Lastly, my mother’s thoughts on filmfanatic are....... in hidden text below.

WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN CRAZY!?!?! I WOULDN’T LET MY MOTHER READ THIS!!!!