Spike

I'm about due for another library entry

Thirty three hours and fourteen minutes. When I step off the plane in Christchurch, New Zealand, it will be 53 hours and 14 minutes later, even though thirty three hours and fourteen minutes will have passed.

I just finished taking a look at my travel itinerary, and here's how Nick is going to spend Feb 11th, 12th, and 13th (even though it's going to take less than 2 days).

Grand Rapids --> Detroit (1 hr flight)
Detroit --> Los Angeles (5 hr flight)
Los Angeles --> Nadi, Fiji (10 hr flight)
Nadi --> Auckland, NZ (3 hr flight)
Auckland --> Christchurch, NZ (1 hr flight)

Whew. I might take my cousin's advice: Pop a few sleeping pills in LAX and have a couple stiff drinks at the airport bar. He did that on his way home from Korea, and he said the stuardess had to shake him awake when he landed in the US.

I think the fact that I finally have the plane tickets is making this a lot more real. Before I had them, I kinda knew in some wispy, vaporous sense that I was going to be leaving soon. Now that I have the paper that's going to get me there, the reality is creeping in. I'm starting to feel excited.

On a completely unrelated note, some weird shit happened to my car yesterday. Mo, Chris, Zach and I were driving down Broomfield in Mr Wilson on our way to see Adaptation when my car started making this god-awful grinding sound. It sounded like it was coming from my door, so I figured it was my speaker or something. Then Mo and Chris said "Your window!!" and I could see that it was slowly creeping down. Then, all of a sudden, it shot all the way down by itself. My window committed suicide!

Now here we are, driving down Isabella in the freezing Michigan snow with the frigid air blowing in and the heater on full blast in a futile attempt to counteract the cold.
Try as I might, I couldn't get the window to go back up. So, we abandoned our movie plans and went instead to Meijer to buy window-sealing supplies. I bought plastic and tape, and then we decided to go to Blockbuster to rent a movie instead. Lo and behold, when we get into Mr Wilson after getting our movie, the damned window went back up!

I have no idea what happened. Now I have 8 dollars worth of supplies in my back seat that I'm wanting to return to Meijer, but I hesitate because If this is going to happen again, and if it is, I'd prefer to have the supplies on-hand. Too Bizarre.

Oh, and will someone tell the Wightman folks to open the goddamned darkroom already? I've tried getting in there the past 2 weekends and it's been closed both times. How's a brother supposed to develop his film with no darkroom? Sheesh.
Spike

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He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
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New Orleans is quite a city. I went down there on the 27th for the Alpha Phi Omega national convention. I think I spent a sum total of two and a half hours doing actual APO business. The rest of the time I took in the city. Our hotel was on Canal Street--right on the edge of the French quarter. Deactur, Bourbon Street, and St Phillips were all a 5 minute walk away.

I sound like a brochure for Sheraton.

Anywho, fun was had. So were many drinks. I get my pictures back tomorrow, so hopefully the memories that are still a bit blurry will be brought into sharper focus in my mind. New Years Eve was a crazy time--I'd nearly run out of money by that point, but I found enough loose bills to buy a pint of rum. The Captain kept me warm on the chilly streets. Chilly, I suppose, is relative. Walking around in the tee shirt and jeans I was wearing was a little nipply--the temperature was 40-50 degrees warmer down there than up in Michigan. Nice.

Ya know, I could write a few pages about everything that I saw and did, but I don't really feel like it. I've got some other things on my mind, really...

Like, confidence. I don't think I have any. I wonder how one can go about getting some. I'd be willing to work out some sort of payment plan.

I only have a few days left before heading back up to Mt Pleasant. I can't wait to get back up there, but at the same time, it seems like I'm not done down here. I don't feel like I've spent nearly any time hanging out with my friends down here...The 15th of February is looming ahead...sitting on the horizon and getting bigger every day. I have all these things that I want to do before I leave, and sometimes it feels like there isn't enough time.

Most of all, I want to make sure that I feel comfortable with all of my friendships before I leave. I don't want to wish that I would have spent more time somewhere...especially with the knowledge that when I come home, a lot of my friends won't be in Mt Pleasant anymore. Most of them don't even know where they'll be, yet. I know how easy it is for people to lose touch, and my friends are too important for me to let that happen.
Suit

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God.

I have so much to write about. Or maybe I have so much to think about...maybe.. hmm. I dunno. Jess told me that she checked her grades... she kicked ass, too. So even though she doesn't read this, congratulations go out to her. I'm sure she kicked MY ass. See, I have this funny thing about grades....I don't want to know them. I really don't. Apparently the grades have been posted, but I won't check them. Used to be I would go all Christmas or Summer vacation without checking them, and then Rachel would end up making me...or checking them herself. Just to make sure I didn't fail anything that I should be retaking. Now I'm by myself, so it may very well be that I'll never know how I did in a class ever again... Heh.

I dunno...I feel I have more to say, but I feel that getting at least a couple hours of sleep tonight is more important, so that'll all have to wait. Goodnight, bonsai.
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Yesterd

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I almost killed myself today. More on that in a second...

So, I'm home. The semester's over, and I don't know how I feel about that. I was SO looking forward to the end of my wretched group of classes that I failed to take into consideration that with the end of the semester comes the end of so many other things...I've moved into and out of dorm rooms and apartments half a dozen times, but I was never quite as saddened as this time around. Probably a lot of things. I'll be not living with Dave for the first time in years. It's strange--I go full summers without seeing the kid, but when school's in session, I just expect him to be around. I'm going to miss living with him. Hopefully Greg won't drive him too nuts this coming semester. Also, I've made a lot of good friends in the hall this semester. Already I miss all the hustle and bustle that comes from living at school. I've spent the entire day at home, and I started pacing. I don't know what to do with myself. After months of complaining about how unbelievably busy I've been, I now have what amounts to almost 2 months of free time, and already I'm going stir crazy. I don't think I know how to handle not being overwhelmed with commitments.

There's another aspect that is making me feel uneasy, too. This is the first time I've been home for an extended period since Rachel and I split up. Last year at this time, she and I had started hanging out again, and we were spending a lot of time together. I'm not saying I wanted or expected that to happen this time, because I didn't. There just feels like something's missing.

Ok, onto my brush with death. I was just talking with Kyle yesterday about how all of the points on my driver's license must be almost dropped, if not dropped already. I got into my accident 3 years ago, and that was the last time I received a ticket. Well, damn if I didn't jinx myself. I was driving down I-96 today at a safe, legal speed. I started pulling onto the Plainfield offramp when my car completely lost traction. It had been sprinkling a bit, but I didn't think it was that slick out. Well, my brakes locked and I shot off the offramp and down the embankment. Before I went, my tires caught pavement and then turf, and I left some nasty skid marks. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself shooting down a 20 foot hill that was at least a 30 grade. I couldn't have been going more than 35 or 40mph when I went off the road, but Mr Wilson had enough momentum to plow through about 10 feet of shrubbery and small trees before coming to rest against an uprooted stump. After a couple seconds of trying to back myself out, I realized that it was futile--I was pretty well buried in the muck. I had to force my way out of my car because I was surrounded by bent shrubs and saplings that were holding my doors closed. I walked up the rest of the onramp to the Denny's and called a tow truck to haul me out. Only after getting picked up by the wrecker and seeing again what happened did I realize just how lucky I was. There was a metal road sign and about 5 fairly good sized trees that I could have plowed through, but I missed them all. Also, the hill that I went down was so steep, and the path I took was so bizarre that it was a miracle that I didn't roll my car. The driver of the tow truck said that earlier this year a woman rolled her car off that same embankment and died. My dad comfirmed it--his station had responded to that accident. Of course, a Michigan State cop showed up, and gave me a sonofabitching "driving too fast for conditions" ticket--chalk up 2 more points on my license.

So. Mr Wilson got pulled out, and amazingly there wasn't a whole lot of damage. The front ground effects have a nice crack, and a bit of my radiator is bent, but not leaking. Also, my right front tire has a slow leak, and I think I threw off my allignment because now my whole car wobbles when I go over 40 mph. I'm going to bring it into the shop tomorrow to find out exactly what the damage is--hopefully it's not too expensive, because now I have a 100 dollar wrecker bill and what will probably be a 100 dollar ticket to add to my list of debits to my bank account.

God, what a way to start a vacation.
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Yesterd

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Hello, moon.

Well, I'm officially breaking into the finalsweek in true Nick form---up at quarter to 4 trying to study for an exam that I should have started studying for a week ago. There's so many other things wizzing through my mind that I wonder if I've absorbed anything...I guess we'll find out in 6 hrs when I take the exam, huh?

To those of you taking exams this week--the best of luck to you. To those of you who don't--I want you to enjoy this week especially.
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Suit

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Some days I curse the world....

Other days, I just feel grateful that I'm alive.

Sometimes I wonder what makes a day one and not the other. But I can't figure it out. So instead, I'll just be happy that today was pretty good, and I'm thinking that there's no reason that tomorrow can't be the same...
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Suit

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Man, what a night of randomness. I wanted to have a beer and unwind and contemplate life, but alas, I had no beer. I went to the sto' and I truly thought I'd only be drinking a little bit, so I didn't want to spend money on a six pack that I knew I'd have to finish before I went home. Instead, I picked up a pint of Captain thinking I could mix myself a drink and it wouldnt' go bad if I just kept the rest here over break. I still wanted that unwinding beer, though, so I got a 24oz Beck's (damn Germans).

Nick drank everything. No more rum left. Beer buhbye. When I do somethin, I do it proper! Unless it's an exam =)

So, I suppose in retrospect, the night served its purpose. I definitely unwinded. I had good conversation...good times. Now it's just off to mam phys at 10 and then I'm gone... Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Get drunk with poultry.
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Spike

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Have you ever felt so overwhelmed by the existance of a single amazing bieng that you can't put into words the feeling of awe you experience every time you spend time with...

yeah.

That's a helluva endorsement.