Recap...and things ahead, so not a full recap

Hi there, after a nice long weekend at home, I finally am back at New Paltz, sans contacts! I totally forgot them, but it doesn't matter I’d be "suffering" for only what? Eighteen days. Not too tough. Granted I'd be having at least (at least) 6 hours of sleep 6x18 is...108. 108÷24 is...4.5. See! 18-4 is 14 and that means I only really have 14 days to "suffer". But then again, I’m going home the weekend of the 11th-12th. So that means technically I could be getting my contacts back 5 days earlier. So this math I went through was useless. Heh.

Anywho I managed to unpack all my stuff. I got an e-mail about if I wanted to move out, I’d have to go to all these meetings in different halls. Mostly on the 30th, 1st and 2nd. I am gonna move. Really, this time it's true! Again, it's not my roommate [he's cool]; it's more like my dad dislikes the suite idea. Hoo! A real answer! Real support! "I disapprove of your living quarters" <- enough of a real answer to actually leave. So I'll either be moving out to another hall or...hell even another room in Bevier. But jeez, have I told you about the fire drills?

Eighteen Days. I decided against bringing my Playstation 2 back to my room after the Thanksgiving vacation. I know that this is now crunch time and there aren't really many classes left. Most of the classes will be review days and test days and I don't want a distraction like Street Fighter, Final Fantasy, Parappa the Rapper, or even Dragonball Z (yes I admit to owning a Dragonball Z game). But don't think that I'm totally off of doing anything. Granted I'm typing this up in a computer lab ("free" printing) but I still have the Sims 2 and Tropico on my Laptop. And I have my gameboy advance SP. Oooh and one of my $4.50 books I bought at that bookstore at the Woodbury Common Outlet. The one about ecstasy. Will tell more about the book later...especially after I finish reading Fight Club.

Speaking of Christmas (huh?). I started on Saturday to put up the Christmas tree in the living room. I gave it the theme I wanted it to be last year. "Royalty". It's gonna be lots of purple and gold. If I see my dad putting green on the tree. Oh geez, the theme might retard to "The Grapes of Wrath". I couldn't put the tree up downstairs, some branch problems and all. But I did think of a theme. (Which most likely will not be used sadly enough.) The theme is "Dizzy, my head is spinning". Because it was going to be a spiral downwards in lots of different colors...like those candy canes that are...well in different colors swirling downward...since the tree rotates. Last year the theme of that tree was "To everything, there is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)" and I was hoping to maintain the "Oldies" theme downstairs. If that tree downstairs becomes "Proud to be an American" again...teeth will be ground down...mine of course.

Ooh I could just spank those little children. I'm looking mostly at Chelsea (whose name isn't spelled like that but it's easier for me to spell it that way). Reason? They ripped down each and every one of my glow in the dark stars in my playroom. Each of them was rubber gum/glue thigine-ed or taped right on the wall. So all I saw afterwards were little circles of white gum-thingie and tape on the walls from where they once were. Not to mention the CDs on the bar. About 12 of them were ripped down. Now I don’t just go into peoples houses during parties and start to take down items from the WALL. I take much offence to what they did. I don't go to a house and take pictures of family members, or paintings, or anything STUCK to a wall and pull them down. Even at the age of 6 I was taught to respect people's property. I consider my CDs on the wall or on the bar-thingy or even the strategically placed glow in the dark stars works of (retarded) art. Does this mean that I have to put my works of "art" in a frame so that little children will think it's "respected property"? I also am a little angry at the fact that the girls older than Chelsea, I’m looking at Allison, Ciara, or even Cheska, didn't say to Chelsea "That's wrong Chelsea". Well, Chelsea, that was wrong. And if your mother saw that, or even hears about this right now, god help you.

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Now where was I? Oh um, yeah the drive to New Paltz was killer yesterday. Torrential rain and stuff. Luckily jamming to Billy Joel's "The Stranger" CD always brings me to a "driving" zone. And it's cool. When I got back (around noon) there still weren't any students at the school. Still like "Silent Hill". Except for fog, the rain was coming down like a bee-otch. I downloaded the unofficial remake of King's Quest 1. And it was great. It brought me back to the days I played kings quest 6 and 5 (in that order). It would occasionally freeze on me, but it was okay. I saved every time I did something, so I wouldn't lose any progress.

I think I’ll stop here. It's almost 11 and I should get at least one chapter done in Fight Club. And figure out where I could live next semester. Whether it's 213 Bevier (instead of 211) or maybe in another hall. Who knows? But I have to take the initiative and DO IT THIS TIME. :)