Some things to look forward to:

• The Improv Show (which, God willing, I just might be in)
• Going to see Lily in "Wild Party" with Shamus, Lefty and Tim.
• Playing "Piano Man" and "American Pie" with Shamus, Brendan and Lefty in the acoustic concert (I'll also be doing a solo called "Nocturne" which will cause you to cry without consideration for social reprecussion)

Some things to cause me to wretch uncontrollably upon consideration of their inevitability:

• Calling out a square dance in "The Grapes of Wrath."
• Walking out onto the stage, turning, saying five lines and walking back as if that were somehow a theatrically appropriate thing to do in "The Grapes of Wrath."
• Doing my other six roles in "The Grapes of Wrath."
• Spending several hours a day for the next month and a half with Mr. Dolan rehearsing for "The Grapes of Wrath."

Well, that's it. The last of Section 1, Subsection A left today for college. I now face the daunting task of picking up the shards of what was only a matter of weeks ago a thriving social life. I'd blame myself for making friends with almost exclusively the class of 2005, but frankly, it seems like it would make a great deal more sense to blame the Democrats. Because let's face it, everything bad is the fault of the Democrats.

So time to set about generating a new entourage for myself. Ya want a friend, ya little skank?  

I've come to the inexhorable conclusion that "Bill" is simply not an appropriate name for anyone that doesn't own a boarded-up gas station on the side of a Nebraskan biway. Therefore, I've compiled a list of my favorite names of shadowy bad guys from different movies. These are my top three:

Alec Trevelyan
Elliot Carver
William Stryker

Which one should I change my name to? When making your consideration, be sure to prefix each with various titles such as "Senator," "Chairman" and "Dictator-for-Life." When I've received everyone's opinions, I'll announce which name I've taken on. 

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Move aside, biatches, Bill is now 18. Please insert praises below.

Wanna know something infinitley sad? I mean I'm talking puppy-dogs-getting-struck-by-lightning sad? My parents and sisters are going up to Maine next week, and I'm going to be allll alone for my birthday. Yes, that's right. My 18th birthday is going to be spent lying in bed, staring off into space.

Don't I feel absolutley special.