i’ve been away from blogging for three — count ‘em, three — days. scary shit. i’ve just been having an awesome spring break; so sue me.

i’m going to be at a rave tomorrow night (or tonight, depending if you’re one of those nerds who pushes up their glasses while stating, “technically, it is already friday night, being 12:56 AM and all.”). i don’t know why the whole rave-concept is so touchy. it’s as if your being at a rave makes you an entirely different person, one equipped with neither morale nor intellect. it’s an irritating generalization. i understand that there are a lot of people out there who use raves as the sole purpose of popping/dropping some ungodly substance and getting horribly high. i can’t even accurately describe some of the crack-heads that i’ve seen who go to raves. but i don’t think you can stereotype all of these people to be like that.

raves were better underground, anyway. i can’t stand all of these little shits that i’ve seen attending them, some as young as elementary school students. kids nowadays scare the hell out of me.