Sorry about that.
Its all out of my system.
Sometimes my life equation goes like this: anger + sleep deprivation + terrrible living conditions = sarcastic bitter quasi-psudeo-faux shakespeare-like rantings. You don't do that?
Most of this stems from what has happened to me the last few nights. The fire alarm in Nellie Lee is on the Hans (I wanted to say on the Fritz but decided to spice things up with another Germanic sounding name. I considered Gunter of Frans but changed me mind) but as i said its on the Hans and that means fire alarm blaring at 5 a.m. This has happened three times. I was just lying there minding my business, sleeping (dreaming of getting a mission call to Chihuahua by the bye) and then a screech so unearthly i though the demons of hell had risen from Beelzebub's very presence to rack my life with eternal torment. I then heard coach schuler (the dumbeldor of nellie lee if you will (which is a metaphor paramount to being the principal of an insane asylum)) coming down the hall and telling everyone to get out. I ran out in yesterdays jeans and nothing else. We waited outside til the alarm was shut off, roll was taken and then we were all sent back inside.
The same thing the next night, (except for the dream, the dream that morning was about a giraffe/typewriter/guitar hybrid)
And the same this morning at 1:30- luckily i was still out-and-about when it went off so i wasn't startled awake but the idea is the same-- I DON"T LIKE FIRE ALARMS
And every morning as we go back inside coach schuler says "your in the army now boys"
It reminds me that eric (my brother in law who just enlisted in the air force) is probably doing that same thing for real. Except he expects it. And he is getting yelled at. And he is in the military, not a junior college. And he is wearing a uniform not ripped jeans and a frown. And he signed up for that. Ok so its completely different.
So, in conclusion: Fire alarms-bad.
My friend caitlyn watching a drug bust go down behind her house- kinda awesome.
The guys in the dorm next to me probably beng the ones who are getting busted for drugs-kinda priceless.
Reading the weird, angry unrhymed rantings in a mideval style penned by a skinny white kid who attends the fine institution that is EAC- not something you though you were gonna be doing when you woke up this moning.