Attack of the Teenagers

I’m back from the skateboard store. I’ll leave shortly to go to Walmart to look at iPods or some generic version of it. Grand Theft Auto is hooked up to the Xbox on the plasma TV; I know because I tripped over the controllers left on the floor when Jackass II went into the DVD player. Good thing I can speak Myspace fluently: Teenagers have taken over my house.

The idea seemed good and felt noble – my brother Scott decided to relocate to Austin and we thought it would be better to get the boys settled in school at the beginning of the year instead of midway through. At last – my chance to put all that armchair parenting to good use! I thanked the TV gods I’d watched enough Cheaters on G4 to name-drop video game titles. Teens couldn’t possibly be as frightening as I’ve always heard they were. After all, I was one once.

Both are in school so party time at my house now occurs after the last one boards the school bus in the morning and before the first one gets home in the afternoon. Two Sundays ago, we watched the MTV VMAs while I explained frame-by-frame why Britney Spears’ career was crashing and burning before our eyes. Their response? “Dude, she’s hot.”

For fun this last weekend, we dropped them off near the Austin City Limits Festival on Saturday around 2pm. About 3:30pm, they called from Jack in the Box on Barton Springs. They were ready to come home. So far, so good.

And music? Dude, I am SO psyched about Avenged Sevenfold’s new CD that I can’t wait until the end of October when it comes out! That’s the day I leave on vacation.