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Yesterday, some carnival was held at school from 1 to 5. Me and Mom agreed that I would check it out at 4 when I get off from work, and she'd come to pick me up afterwards. I was released half an hour early because Patti didn't have anything for me to do after I sorted out the mail.

All that was there were food, some inflatable trampolines (one of which I went on), and some band called The Nerds that was playing songs by various real artists and bands. I went back into the Racanelli Building shortly after checking things out.

On the way home, I spoke with Mom, and it led to her getting pissed off from finding out about my habit of getting up during class and pacing out in the halls. This is kinda like someone who has a smoking habit: When they need to smoke, they need to smoke right away or else they can't focus on anything. When I feel I need to clear my head, I just fulfill that urge, hoping to be fast enough to make it seem like a restroom break (which it often isn't). Mom told me that I had better clean up my act, or else I will probably end up living with her and Dad for until they die.

Coincidentally, on one of last night's episodes of My Name Is Earl, this topic of someone living with their parents was also brought up. ( Spoilers )