"The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else."

I hate watching anime. Or, more accurately, I hate watching the last episode. Especially of a series that's only 25 episode/one season lenghth. I immediately get depressed while watching it, knowing that the end is near. Sometimes, it's fine, because it could have been a long anime, or one I didn't like a tremendous amount. Not right now though. I pretty much went through a Fruits Basket Marathon. Yesterday, I continued watching the series on episode 4. I finished it about an hour ago. I'm terribly depressed. And it always seems to rain whenever I finish a series...
Sometimes I get over it quickly. The best cure is often rewatching some of my favorite episodes, and even more effective, playing music. I'm not in the mood to watch more Furuba (I've had hours of Furuba pumped into my brain the past day and a half.) And, even worse, my parents are in the house, so I can't play guitar or piano. It's not that they're against it, or they find it obnoxious...it's just that whenever they enter the premesis, I lose all desire to make music. Like trying to have a picnic in the rain. The mood just isn't there.

Anyway...

There's a 99% chance that I am going to Acen. My mom, however, who is sponsoring this adventure, is being a douche and hesitating on the final conclusion. She does that a lot. She says she'll do something at a set time, then put it off for no good reason. I hate it. If you're not going to do something, don't bullshit and just say you won't do it. An acquaintance of mine wants to work at our farm, and I have given my mom her phone number. I was told that she would be called the day after, and I relayed this message to the hopeful girl, assuring her she'll get a call soon. Three weeks later. I look like a dick, and the one responsible refuses to acknoledge any guilt for putting it off.
Sorry everyone. I should delete that, but I won't. Although in fear of sounding like a Holden Caufield, most people are phony, and mean little what they say, and it pisses me off into another dimension.

Tomorrow I'm going to Wisconsin for an early season canoe race, part of a training race series. I'll get to see a friend I haven't seen since October, and haven't given him his Christmas gift yet (Jimi Hendrix CD. He sent me a box full of electrolyte mix for racing. Unexpected, but useful.), so maybe that'll cheer me up. I also might have somebody buying my dirtbike tomorrow, so that means I'll have money. I'm not a big money guy, as in I don't care much about it, as well as it's hard to come by for me. But I have a debt to pay for a plane ticket, and I think finally getting an ipod will be useful for the New Orleans trip, which is Wednesday. I'll probably save the rest of the money for canoe trips and Acen.
I also just learned that one of my friends has Schizophrenia, which I never would have suspected.
What a shitty start to spring break...
Oh wait, no! I just remembered what happened yesterday. Katana, a bunch of underclassmen, and I, all went to Silver Lake (chinese resturaunt) after school for lunch, since it was a half day. That was fun. Kat called her imaginary internet friend from California, and I grabbed the phone and introduced myself as Missy, the transexual. That was really fun. Kat almosted died from excessive humor. After that, we all went to Best Buy and got me a memory card for my camera. I pwned everybody at Rock Band (crappy, GH is better). So I guess spring break started well enough. Just not so good right now. Freakin' Furuba.