Just Gimme the Cue

There's three things I want to talk about. My living situation, physical pain, and summertime. I fuck with the oxford comma and you should to. It was arguably unnecessary with that sentence because you were already aware that there were three particular things I wanted to mention, but I'm stoned, so what do you really want from me?
I've become increasingly introverted in this apartment. It has gotten to the point that when someone walks by my room and the floor creaks, my heart rate immediately increases and I become anxious because I'll have to interact with one of them. Most of the time it is just someone walking by my room, but occasionally this is immediately followed by a knock on my door. The funny part about all of this, is that they're usually completely frivolous conversations that cause me no stress whatsoever. I think the reason I become anxious beforehand is because there are certainly times when, if I agree to do something they request, post-knock, I get myself involved in things I don't really want to do: Smoke two blunts after not smoking for a week, be told that I might finally have to man up when someone tries to rob us (a crowbar was handed to me after this was said, I won't get into it), and take a whole mess of shots. I am, of course, aware that on an personal level, all of these situations are my own fault. I succumb quite easily to peer pressure though, so that's that. In short, living here is working negative wonders on my peace of mind.
Physical pain. Let's talk about it. I have something of a fascination with pain. I've been injured so few times that whenever I get injured, it sort of excites me. I think this has something to do with the fact that whenever I'm injured in some way, it is usually from some awesome activity I was participating in, like playing soccer, climbing various whatevers, or trying to jump over a wooden parking lot barricade (as is the inspiration for this writing) and failing, just barely. So whenever I inadvertently injure myself, I become sort of happy. Upset, naturally, because I've just injured myself, but happy because watching injuries recover and seeing scars and bruises and experiencing aches, I don't know, it just makes me happy. I don't really know how to explain it, its just how I am. I'm writing the latter part of this paragraph a few hours later. I've always wanted to write in depth about my mental interaction with physical pain, but I've always had trouble trying to verbalize it. Let's move on. I apologize.
With the third topic, I'd just like to express how baffled I am. I will be finished with school in mere weeks. I just had my last lab today, yet I barely had any idea that was the case. I'm staying here an extra week so that I can go see two bands, but when I get home, this summer is gonna be fantastic. My plan for the summer includes being sort of drunk all the time, doing a lot of reading, making money, exploring the depths of my subconscious with various hallucinogens, finding a bookstore that sells Doors of Perception by Huxley, exploring the wild outdoors while being blissfully fucked up with my friends, and so much more.
As for where I really am right now, I'm doing alright. Once summer comes I can really start working on myself some more. I think that exact same thing every year at this time, but I have much higher hopes for this summer because my priorities are more in order and I know what I want to get out of this summer. Even if I don't, I'll still get to see two weekends full of live music with one of my best friends and my brother. And if all goes well in the next couple of days, I should find out if I'm going to Australia next semester. Don't worry, I'll certainly tell you how that goes. I'm going to continue listening to hours and hours of music. Have a nice life until I talk to you next. Here's a link to a song I've been listening to a lot recently, it's Gimme. I hope you enjoy. If not, future self, listen to this and become immediately happy. Peace and enjoy.