Turns out that sometimes my plans do work. I have all these great ideas, like using concrete walls as practice for stabbing people with beer bottles, but they always end up really bad. Like I end up stabbing myself with the beer bottle instead. Or all the times I figured out an awesome prank that I was going to do, but it turned out in the end that I didn't care enough to carry it out.
But sometimes my plans do work, like I just said. Then it's freaking awesome. And sometimes there's a little bonus afterwords. It makes me so happy. It validates my existence, in a way.