This Summer made me forget how strange I really am. It's easy to do, you spend all summer with a bunch of people who have something akin to a basic understanding of your little eccentricities, and you forget that some people might find these habits strange. I find it fascinating to notice that, the drunker the people around me become, the more they act like we all did this last summer.
Classes are great, but so far the week-ends suck.
I need to find my niche, you all know how it is, I'll be fine once I settle in, but right now I really wish I was back in Omaha with all of you instead of sitting here in front of my laptop in my dorm room.

Well, to keep from having to tell this to EVERYONE individually, I'm going to post it here.
Drama has sucked me back in.
I know I said I was done, but, well, I was looking back at my time at MN, and I came to a realization.
The majority of the people I hung out with at MN I hung out with because I knew them from theatre.
The play is Midsummer Nights' Dream, tryouts were yesterday, lets see how this goes hm?

I think entering into college is a blog-worthy offence.
I really just wanted to use that phrase.
I should go to sleep soon, but Dan, (my roomie) isn't back yet so there's really no point.
Problem is that I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night because, well.... my dorm room is a furnace. None of the rooms have AC, the lounge does, but that's about it.
Lets see, list of annoying but bearable and soon to be fixed things.
1. Lofted my bed, but I can't take the old frame into storage until the 1st. It is currently occupying ALL of the space under my bed.
2. Bed likes to shift around.. a lot.... Dan and I are going to reinforce it.
3. My network cable is only about 8 fet long, so I can't have my laptop on the desk and be connected to the internet, enter tailgate chair.
4. Dorm room is horrendously hot, we have two fans, one clip on and a floor one. I'm going to buy another clip on to point at my bed.

I'm done for now, I'm going to cry to crash for the night, more later.

Omaha has done its worst, lets see what Ripon has to offer. This was really just one of those days that needed to end at about... 2. Yeah, 2 in the afternoon would have been a really, really good time for this day to end.
Up till 2, my day was going ok. I woke up around 10:30 or so, showered, got dressed, and finished packing my clothes. Yey, productive early on. After that I snuck into MN during a passing period and met Brooke, Laney and Ben for lunch. We were going to go to China Buffet, but ended up at Mr. Goodcents, which was fine by me because it was cheaper.
I went back home and chilled for a little bit while thinking about what else I needed to do. I decided to go up to work, this is the part when I started to get my ass kicked in a big way.
1.) My paycheck is still wrong, I'm short... an unknown amount, but suffice to say I'm more pissed off at the principle than anything else. No one has come close to working that long at that store, I've looked at Employee records once when we were slow.
2.) I went around trying to return things to people today, no one was home.
3.) Went to the post office to pick up our mail. I waited nearly half an hour for the lady to tell me that it had already been delivered.
4.) I decide to take a break from productivity and go see Jason at his dorm, get pulled over for speeding in a construction zone, big ticket.
5.) I'm only at Jason's for 30 or so minutes, if that long, before my mom calls, pissed off because I'm not done packing yet.
6.) I come home, pissed as hell at the world in general, but manage not to lash out. Unfortunately I waste a lot of time being angry and not packing.
7.) While I like Macaroni Grill, I really wasn't in a mood to sit there, talking with my family.
I ache, I'm stressed, I need to go down to the bridge one last time, but my dad is still awake, sitting down-stairs.
I need a drink.

PS
I have peoples' shit, I was unable to return it today, sorry. Call my house and talk to my parents some time after Wednesday to reclaim it, it will be sitting in my room.
I have Fry's DDR pads and game
Eric's movies
Wentworth's game (Guitaroo man)
Alan's D&D books
I think that should cover it.

I leave tomorrow at 9 AM.

So I got home at about 2:50 or so last night after Jen and I went for a drive around Omaha blasting techno because we both decided that we needed the therapeutic electronica. Molly's party was sad, it even got to me a bit through my walls of denial, which is surprising, a like Molly, a lot, but we've never been close in any way, shape or form. She's one of my Winter Play friends, a person I could do stuff with outside of school and probably enjoy it, but someone I never will do those things with. It's the way the world works.
College isn't creeping up on me anymore, it's knocking on the door, no soliciting.
Today was fun, went out to Alan's cabin (finally) first time this summer. Viewed Alan's excellent brick-work and Jen's beautiful.... dirt....work. I had a hella lot of fun on the ATVs, I was Jen an Elizabeth's designated chauffer. I love those things, and it's more fun with passengers for the most part. I got to drive around on my own for a little while, and that's a different kind of fun.
After the ATVs though, something hit me, I don't know what, it might have been sparked by Jen's comments concerning college, but I'm not sure. All I knew was that I really didn't want to be just sitting there, watching Star Wars. I had the kind of restlessness that usually promotes walks, or, better yet, night-time ATV driving with the racing one, but that would have raised too many problems I think, and I didn't have a good place to walk.
This post makes me want to curl up in a fetal ball and pretend that the world in general doesn't exist, I've been getting that feeling a lot lately. It's the ostrich syndrome, if I can't see it, it can't see me.
A few people said they would cry when I left, I don't know how I feel about that... It's sort of gratifying in a perverse way, no one's ever cried for me before, but I'm not sure how I'll end up handling that situation. I have this innate fear of compliments.
I would like to say that life-boat piracy is the best kind there is.
"Peter, college is knocking."
"Damnit, what does it want?"
"It says, get yoh ahss to Weskahnsahn."

I was going to blog last night but blogger was stupid and was doing things when they said they were going to do them (the whole, server maintenance thingy) Therefore I shall now take this moment to tell you all of the magic and majesty of "the cake". The cake happened because I was once more home and without anything to do prior to midnight, it was around ten, to be precise. Therefore I called Jen who I was guessing hadn't done anything yesterday to see if she had any ideas about what we could do. All she really wanted was chocolate cake, I said we could cook one at my house, so a little while later, she showed up and we went to the store. We found the cake, or delicious aisle pretty quickly and were soon confronted with a smorgasbord, yes, a smorgasbord of cake options. After much deliberation we decided upon a chocolate fudge cake mix that had chocoloate chips in it. To top this cake we were originally going to go with icing with just regular chocolate chips, however before we settled for mediocrity I moved a little to the right and discovered, THE ICING. See, it was MINT chocolate chip icing, delicious. I also decided to get a cake pan as my family was lacking in one since we never made cakes. After calling home to make sure that we had eggs, Jen and I walked out the proud owners of a cake pan and a hella lotta chocolate and sugar. We went over to Hollywood because we needed something to do while the baking was going on, we ended up choosing Groove, (cool ravey movie thingy, too bad they only had it in VHS.) Well, soon after we had returned to my house and we were beginning the mixing of... things, we discovered something most unfortunate, we didn't have any vegetable oil. Jen, with much bitterness, went home and returned with the necessary 1/3 cup of said oil which she claimed was filled with much bitter that would carry into the cake. (She was wrong, thankfully.) That said we mixed, poured into the shiny cake pan, and set to bake as we watched the movie. The cake finished at exactly midnight (on accident, but it was pretty cool.) We cut it out and put it on a cookie pan and waited it to cool. Once it was finished we cut it in half, taking one half we smeared the top with icing, and once that was done, we placed the other half on top of it. This done we proceeded to cover the ENTIRE CAKE with enough frosting to drown all of Jen's womanly ills. Allow me to say this, I have a terrible sweet tooth, I could only eat about 8 or 9 bites of this thing before I was done... sooooooooooo much chocolate. Between us, Jen and I finished about 1/8th of the cake, it was pretty pathetic, especially since after so little eating we were incredibly sugared up. When the movie was done we went on a walk because we were both bouncing off of the walls, I showed Jen the cool place under the bridge and we left Alan a note on his car. That done we headed back to my house and parted ways...... I still have the cake sitting in my fridge.... I'm devouring it bite by bite as the day progresses.

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I'm not sure I agree with this, but I rarely do, and it's better than the posicle answer, that's all I'm going to say. I got this one three times though, the last time being when I hit a bunch of random answers... sounds like a sign to me.

3 weeks.... Less, really, holyfuckshitdamn. And here I am, sitting alone, why?
I have this unreasoning fear of being forgotten.
I'm terrified about having to live the rest of my life talking about high school with my best friends because that will be the last things we had in common.
Fuck you Ripon, and your distance, I'm staying here.
Right.