Even in my hometown my friends make me write it down

Busting through the hallways yesterday after school, I noticed the school's official punk-with-mohawk. He agreed to come to the conservative dinner. I can't wait. I can't wait.

I've been feeling rebellious lately. I filed and paid my federal and state taxes earlier this year, but the $22.80 cash I sent somehow wasn't received. When I got a letter from the state asking me for my $22.80 I felt slightly annoyed. I sent them a check for $25 so that they would have to return the extra $2.20 to me.

These things make me feel big, and powerful.