Holy shite, I'm seventeen.

I think I should make a New Year's resolution to actually make entries here with real content to them.

Starting with my next entry.

Wow, I slacked and missed Keith's birthday. Oops.

This is officially the maddest Christmas Eve ever. I mean seriously. Ever. I can't even begin to describe it but it's kind of awesome anyway. I hope nobody expects me to actually sleep tonight or anything because there is absolutely no way.

Happy birthday, Trev. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going over to help Jacob study tonight.

I hate this school year already.

It's Brandon's birthday.

I'm a tired puppy.

Shannon's birthday.

I'm stupid. Shut up. Seemed like the right day to say something. Ashleigh and her friends got arrested the other week. They trashed our house while we were out a couple months ago and they just got caught for it because they'd stolen some things while they were at it. Computer was one of said things. Mrs. Dwyre almost cried. She keeps apologizing for her twat of a daughter and it's not like it's even her fault.

Anyway, I'm going out with Jacob tonight. We want to do some stuff before school starts up again.

Today's Doug's birthday and he's off playing football with his friends. They invited me but I'm really not much of a footballer. Actually, I'm shite for a footballer but they invite me every time. Maybe it's because Jacob's actually pretty good so they think maybe between my brother and my best friend being brilliant at it, some talent might somehow rub off on me. Sometimes I wish it worked that way.

I stayed home instead, obviously. I probably should've at least gone to watch. Maybe I'll go for a walk off towards the green and see if they're still playing.

Fucking. Brilliant.

I. Am going. To see. The Black Parade. I could seriously kiss Jacob right now, hi. Fuck yes. That is all.

Well, I missed Regan's birthday by a day. I'm even slacking in my slackerdom. I guess that's kind of appropriate, though. We cooked dinner for her yesterday. That was about the best we could do. And Jacob's mum brought a cake. That was nice.

My entries here are getting really short.

What was I saying about only updating on birthdays? It's Donny's. I feel kind of bad for him, too. It's the middle of the week and such a shite day all around and the only person with any energy is Trevor. Keith's taking Don out to dinner tonight anyway. And I'm too tired to keep typing.