Jettisoned to the Center of the Storm
So, this past weekend and the weekend coming up, I have done/will be doing crazy family stuff. This last weekend, we went to Medieval Times, a sort of Dinner Theater/Jousting Competition north of Chicago. From talking to the Purdue folk, this seems to be a common destination, although for a younger crowd. I suppose I enjoyed it, though the worst of it seemed to be the lack of silverware. We also went to Forever Plaid at the Convington Beefhouse. It claimed to be a musical, but was really more a set of songs. I enjoyed the songs, though they were from a time period basically unknown to me. The show definitely seemed to resonate more with the people who remembered the era in which the band was supposedly from.
Next weekend is the big Cincinnati adventure. As far as I can tell, the plan is Kings Island on Friday, and then a Reds game on Saturday, returning on Saturday night or Sunday. In order to attend, I had to sacrifice the opportunity to go with Joe, Mike, and a couple others to Colorado for a hiking trip. I think that trip would be cool, but once my mother mentioned that she was planning a vacation that week, I knew that I would have to cancel the hiking trip plans. Fortunately, the plans for above trip are sparse at best, so I hope that my lack of attendance will not be devastating.
The weekend before last was IRI. IRI was pretty fun, especially as a non-member. I enjoyed discussing whatever the hell I wanted with the newly graduated seniors and the other advisors. The memories that particularly stick in my head are of Friday, with the godawful traffic jam. So, Kyle and I are driving down on Friday after our classes and my drug screen, and we hit this gigantic traffic jam. At first, I attest the jam to the house, no joke, driving down I-65 in front of us, as well at the sort of guard car holding up traffic. Upon finally maneuvering into a better visual position, it is revealed that traffic is hell from where we were to kingdom come. We decide to abandon ship, and go rocketing home, small talk not quite filling the emptiness of my car. The next morning, however, is also quite upsetting. I woke up a full hour after my alarm clock was supposed to ring, finding out that my alarm clock has a mechanical defect, in that if you only half-heartedly switch the alarm clock to wake you up, it takes that as meaning you don't really want to wake up, and doesn't ring. I still managed to make it down for most of the day, and though we lost, and didn't get picked, I still had fun. A similar return trip was made, though with much more distance to cover, and less traffic to interfere. That is, the rocketing was much faster, and the small talk was more elongated.
So much for the past, now for the future. I still don't know what my start date with the GPO is. I just send in a nice packet of forms today, after faxing in a background check form before the Medieval Times dealie on friday. I figured out why I'm so nervous about this thing. It's because this is my first time really away from home. Sure, I didn't live at home over the school year, but this is totally different. Home will be hours away. Others may scoff at this, but this is a big deal to me. I guess the real problem is that I don't know. I don't know where I'm going to live, or what I'm going to do, or anything really. As far as I can tell, I'm going to be living alone, which cannot end well, and will not be doing much other than going to work and sleeping. I really can't imagine being alone for an entire semester, and that really how it's looking. Speaking of being alone, I feel quite alone even now. For all the things I do with the group, I can't help but feel alone, and I don't know why. I guess it's kind of weird to think of entering a relationship so soon after the break-up with Summer, especially since my trend says I've got about 3 months left before I manage to find someone else who sparks my heart the way the others did. Also, I don't think I really have any prospects at the moment, but who knows? Anyway, for all the lunches and all the b-dubs, and all the House this summer, I feel lonely. I guess its because everybody has something or someone, but I have yet to find my thing or person. Enough emo for now, its time to go to bed.
Next weekend is the big Cincinnati adventure. As far as I can tell, the plan is Kings Island on Friday, and then a Reds game on Saturday, returning on Saturday night or Sunday. In order to attend, I had to sacrifice the opportunity to go with Joe, Mike, and a couple others to Colorado for a hiking trip. I think that trip would be cool, but once my mother mentioned that she was planning a vacation that week, I knew that I would have to cancel the hiking trip plans. Fortunately, the plans for above trip are sparse at best, so I hope that my lack of attendance will not be devastating.
The weekend before last was IRI. IRI was pretty fun, especially as a non-member. I enjoyed discussing whatever the hell I wanted with the newly graduated seniors and the other advisors. The memories that particularly stick in my head are of Friday, with the godawful traffic jam. So, Kyle and I are driving down on Friday after our classes and my drug screen, and we hit this gigantic traffic jam. At first, I attest the jam to the house, no joke, driving down I-65 in front of us, as well at the sort of guard car holding up traffic. Upon finally maneuvering into a better visual position, it is revealed that traffic is hell from where we were to kingdom come. We decide to abandon ship, and go rocketing home, small talk not quite filling the emptiness of my car. The next morning, however, is also quite upsetting. I woke up a full hour after my alarm clock was supposed to ring, finding out that my alarm clock has a mechanical defect, in that if you only half-heartedly switch the alarm clock to wake you up, it takes that as meaning you don't really want to wake up, and doesn't ring. I still managed to make it down for most of the day, and though we lost, and didn't get picked, I still had fun. A similar return trip was made, though with much more distance to cover, and less traffic to interfere. That is, the rocketing was much faster, and the small talk was more elongated.
So much for the past, now for the future. I still don't know what my start date with the GPO is. I just send in a nice packet of forms today, after faxing in a background check form before the Medieval Times dealie on friday. I figured out why I'm so nervous about this thing. It's because this is my first time really away from home. Sure, I didn't live at home over the school year, but this is totally different. Home will be hours away. Others may scoff at this, but this is a big deal to me. I guess the real problem is that I don't know. I don't know where I'm going to live, or what I'm going to do, or anything really. As far as I can tell, I'm going to be living alone, which cannot end well, and will not be doing much other than going to work and sleeping. I really can't imagine being alone for an entire semester, and that really how it's looking. Speaking of being alone, I feel quite alone even now. For all the things I do with the group, I can't help but feel alone, and I don't know why. I guess it's kind of weird to think of entering a relationship so soon after the break-up with Summer, especially since my trend says I've got about 3 months left before I manage to find someone else who sparks my heart the way the others did. Also, I don't think I really have any prospects at the moment, but who knows? Anyway, for all the lunches and all the b-dubs, and all the House this summer, I feel lonely. I guess its because everybody has something or someone, but I have yet to find my thing or person. Enough emo for now, its time to go to bed.