Since I'm pretty kickass, I lead a kickass summer life. The guide to living an Andre summer is simple: tell your parents that you'll find a job, don't, and then spend all your time dicking around with friends, layin' down sick bass lines with no mercy, and dominating contests of sport. And also you need to be really high. A lot. I graduated from my high school in June and I couldn't be enjoying being away from that place any more. I went to a small, smart, rich private school and got a great education. Problem was, as the kids above me graduated, 90% of the people left around me were the kind of people who are really scared of anything out of the box. Imagine a population of somewhat pleasant, withdrawn, plain people worrying all the time and talking about one another. I actually had a fine time in high school, I just happened to have it around a lot of people I didn't really like. I dealt with it and had a blast hanging out with the handful of people I thought were pretty cool. So, I'm about to strap myself with an arsenal of "holy shit its the future" devices tomorrow: macbook, ipod touch, maybe a raygun...a couple minutes ago, as I was taking the stairs up to my room (two-at-a-time, all the time, because I'm that x-treme and nimble) I became saddened at the fact that this computer only has a few more "seshes" left in it before my dad commandeers it for digital photography. I will need this veritable trove of gadgetry because on August 22nd, I'll be heading out to Pomona College in Claremont, California, and I couldn't be more excited. The 22nd is also my sister's birthday, so I think it's funny that I stole our parents for the day. Heh, suck on that, sis. College is about to be so awesome. The coolest part about it is that my life has reached a sort of "kickass equilibrium" where the present and future are equally kickass, so I am neither looking forward to something nor dreading an end. Things are just kinda lookin' good for a while. It's like I'm setting cruise control, but for awesome instead of speed.