sugardeath

I needed to vent.  So I wrote a post.  But I couldn’t make it public.  So I wrote this one, for you guys.

I think Phil and I are heading out Friday morning next week.  Gotta discuss the details with him.  I'm driving him home, seeing as how he's on the west coast of Michigan.  I'm thinking just followinng I94 the entire way will work just fine.  There's construction on the Dan Ryan (the bit of I94 that runs right behind campus, but once we get out of that, it should be no problem.  Just take it STRAIGHT INTO UTICA.  That little clover at the intersection of I94 and M59?  My friend.  There's a Best Buy there.  And a Dave and Busters.  It's maybe a ten minute drive to Mom's house from there.  Less to Dad's.  I am giddy.  To be home.  Again.  For a month.  To see people.  To finally hang out with people.  I need to schedule who I'm hanging out with.  Seriously.

I've already got plans with both Shelby and Alyssa.  Not sure when, though... 
I think Heather has requested some of my time. 
Jason.
Tim.
Zach.
Paul.  Gotta play some Smash Bros.  I don't think I quite did myself justice the last time we played.
Nate?  Haven't talked to ya in forever, but you did leave a random little comment down there.
Then, of course, group things.  Gotta hang out.  Seniors Oh-Six style.  Maybe including the juniors?  (Yeah, the bunch of ya are still juniors to me.)
Maybe we could head up to Stony Creek for some tobogony goodness.  Or sleds, if you tobogons aren't your thing.  Or your ass, if you feel like being lame.  THERE WILL BE ASS-SLIDING.  I demand it.
There'll be a LAN Party, for great justice.
Ryan'll be there, or he'll die.  Seattle isn't that far away!
Is Raul coming over from New York for break?  Does anyone know?
Marv, ya comin' up from Florida?

Oh.. and.. Brian and David..  Should maybe do things with my brothers.... ya know..?

Oh!  And the Michigan Lefts!  I'll be able to drive the bigger roads and traverse the area without nearly killing myself!  Who makes regular left turns anyway?  It's all about the Michigan Lefts. 

And I'm having a good, long talk with some of you when I get back. 

For some reason I'm not too terribly worried about exams.  I really need to study for my Precalc one.  Java will be a piece of cake.  Just gotta get the final project done by Friday.  My Law one, I should probably read stuff for.

Speaking of Law, we didn't do too badly on our presentation tonight.  I did some real quick talking in between little spurts of thought derailing.  Preparations for presentations are usually a good thing.  Hence why I never prepare.  One of the guys in the group before us said his little bit, and was done.  The entire hour and fifteen minutes or so.  I didn't wanna be that guy.  I piped in here or there.  Answered questions.  I hope that was enough.  'Cause I was really bad with my stuff.  Constantly tripping myself up.  Linda did say I had an excellent speaking voice though.  Jason later told me that she said had told him the same thing.  I honestly think it comes from having worked at the theatre.  We have to be loud to get peoples' attention.

Excuse me everyone, how are you doing today?  *no answer* Good!  Now, this show is sold out.  If I could kindly have you guys scoot in towards the center of the auditorium so as to free up seats along the stairs, which will allow people to find their seats quicker and easier, I would greatly appreciate it! *barely anyone moves* ...Thank you everyone! Oh, by the way.  This is usually in one of the large theatres.  Five-hundred and several tens of seats.  Two of those.  And then two smaller ones at three-hundred to four-hundred some (though when fourteen got converted to an IMAX screen, they ripped out a good deal of seats).  And then twenty-eight others that range from seventy-some seats to just under three-hundred seats.  Before the show, people talk.  It gets loud with more than two-hundred people all talking at the same time.  Damn loud.  We have to be louder.  And the exit greetings.  Gotta tell ya guys where the restrooms and the front of the building are.  Even though you'll ask us twice right after we tell you.  (Sorry for describing the theatre that most of y'all go to, but it's recently come to my attention that a few people from school read this thing.  They've never been to the Forum 30 (not to be confused with the Forum at Ford (which is my old highschool for you IIT readers)) Though they shouldn't come to expect many explanations.  ...Triple parantheses.  Whee.)

Two and a half years of constant talking and the occasional yelling.  I think that might be where some of the "speaking voice" came from.  It certainly wasn't from my ninth grade Honors English speech.  Oh gods that was horrible.  It still embarasses me to this day, even thinking about it.  The topic was damn cool.  I read Leonard Nimoy's I AM Spock and had to do a book report on it.  And then do a speech.  The book was great.  The report/speech.  Not so much.  Oh well.  That was four years ago.

Time for sleep.  Need to get up for Precalc. 

I need to talk with Phil and sort out details for the trip home.

Jeremy, my roommate, would like me to take the time to point out that he is awesome.  And he is.  Anyone who says that they need to Febreeze their butthole, and neither flinches or breaks speech once while speaking, is indeed awesome.

But then again we got this weird little relationship thing going on here...  He calls me Tony-Pony from time to time, so I'll respond with a nice little Jeremy-Darling.  I find it funny.  It freaks other people out.

Anyway.  Sleep.

Bang Bang.  Feuer Frei.  Muß ich mehr mit Deutsch machen.