Woops....

So, I had this awesome plan that when I got home, I was going to start blogging again for BEDD. Which doesn't really exist but uh.... yeah.

December is looking to be a fun month. Sort of. Lets see how all of this works out. Ehh....

Since I missed the first day, I'll just blog twice today. That works, right? Yeah, yeah it does.

I don't have much to say for today. Just at jasons, probably late, playing MWF2. This weekend will prove interesting.

Also, my computer has been making weird sounds. Also going to see how this works out.

Nostalgic son of a bitch.

I just went through and read everyone's blogg history. About halfway through jason's I started wondering "Why?" and then it hit me. I was doing it purely to attempt to relive highschool.

Taylor's and Jason's were by far the most enjoyable, if only for pure length. It seems like Jason talked about shit that no one but him understood, so I didn't get as much from that as hearing Taylor horribly warp what actually happened that day into what he wanted to happen.

Kyle seemed to be the best about typing the facts, but because he joined late, fuck kyle I love him. I'm just now realizing I didn't read Lisa's, so I'll be right back.

Read through Lisa's blogg and it appears she has the same syndrome Jason did.

I'm not bashing anyone's blogg, I'm just.

Actually I don't know what I'm doing. I'm happy to say that this isn't so much true with my life. I mean, I know what I'm doing RIGHT now......I think. I'm blogging. But why so late? I'm pretty sure this is a blogg to myself. I'm also pretty sure I'm confused.

I just slept on a bus for 3 hours. I love visiting chels, and I love the time I'm with her, but this travelling is killing me. I already slept so I cant sleep, and when I go to see her I'm sleep deprived, so right now I'm actually sleep deprived, but my body doesn't know that because it just slept, so right now I'm feeling it pretty bad.

I got SF4 for the comp. The only problem is that on everything at low settings and my comp at max settings, I can only get 55 FPS. The game is SUPPOSED to run at 60 FPS consistently. I'm hoping your limited knowledge of computers can do the math there. Also, when my comp gets tired, the game goes down to 13 FPS, which makes me want to kill myself. I also can not see my health bar, which is stupid. I'm not turning this into another SF4 blogg, but I wanted this so I could basically play where ever I go, and thats turning into a not so much, right now. Poop

Back to reading everyones bloggs.

I miss you guys. Jason kept calling me over the weekend, and I felt horrible that I couldn't hang out with him. I mean, he's leaving soon and I really did want to go with him to do stuffs. It would have been really fun. Jason, when you read this, this weekend we're doing something. We are. Mark it up on your calendar. Its going to be the weekend-o-fun. Everyone else is invited. Except Kyle.

I hate to sound gay by saying this, but I'm excited about Winter Break on the count that Kyle is coming back. We gets to see our bestest bestest friend again, and love him and hold him and make him know that.....

sorry. But yeah, I mean, hes fucking Kyle Czarnekasndfjdsfljscnsdkf-ee. Kyle "Hardest fucken last name to spell" _Insert Last Name_

I don't know how I'm doing in class. I'm turning stuff in but I mean, theirs atleast one thing I haven't turned in in every one of my classes. I missed an entire essay in English, but I think I just aced a test. In History I missed the first assignment, so I'm worried about that. Math, well I flunked the first test but shes dropping it, so eh. And I can't get my grades because the system is stooped. BLAH!

I might go to the renn fair in 2 weeks. Kinda excited about that. Except that apparently its expensive and I have no money. And what money I will get is going to customizing my stick thingy mabob.

Oh, I'm customizing my stick thingy mabob. I figured it will take about 25 bucks. 18 for the buttons and the rest towards sticking print paper and spray paint. Probably more then 25, but eh, I'll figure it out later. Right now I'm worrying about the buttons. Chels is going to order them and I'll pay her back, and I'm going to do it over there with her helping. Oh right, not a SF4 blogg.....

I have a bunch of applications that i KEEP FORGETTING TO FILL OUT!!

It's not laziness and it's not that I don't want a job. I'll be all "OH hey, I want a job lets fill those suckers out" and then lifes like "FUCK YOU, SOMETHING ELSE NEEDS TO BE DONE" So I'll fly into the air and fight a giant dragon demon thing, but the city wont pay me because I did just as much damage fighting the dragon as the dragon did on its own. Dicks.

What?

Oh right, nostalgia. I've always been a nostalgic. I keep a box of fucken 6th grade notes from girls I don't even talk to anymore, just because it helps chronocolize my life. I used to keep love messages from a girl that I don't even talk to anymore just because when I "loved" her, it was a huge deal and is part of who I am today. I deleted them though, which for some stupid reason was hard. Eh, it felt good. Most of the reason I listen to music is because right now when I hear songs from way back when I can tell when I first and last listened to them profusely and once again, map out my life with them. I like finding new bands cause it's like I can start a new chapter that better helps to map my life.

I think I'm going to UTD next year. I'm not sure how its going to work though. But I sealed the deal in my mind by knowing and thinking a few things. First off

Chelsea failed to mention earlier that theirs a creative writing major over there. That would have been helpful to know.

I figure I can just take any class I think sounds fun and what ever ones I didn't enjoy wont be apart of what I'm going to do.

I really do want to get back into drawing.

I think I/we have gotten into the point of our relationship where its no longer just lovey dovey stuff. We can finally get on each other's nerves and be ourselves and see who we actually are, and to be honest, if this is all I'll have to "deal" with in the future, I'm lucking out. It's nothing that a few explenations and rational talks can't smooth over. I think we just need to understand each other a little better and, while no relationship is perfect, we wont be at each others throats.

Thats not to say that we are now. But I can tell there were times where she was annoyed with me and I with her, but it was simply because of lack of communication due to, which is funny, caring about the other way too much. Only one instance did that not apply, but it was still due to lack of communication.

Now I'm fucken dr phil to myself.

We all need to hang out one day, play some smash or watch Jason die at Bioshock before handing it to taylor again.

I'm really enjoying SMBC lately. It just has not been not funny for so long. Have they ever made a shitty comic? Since I can't sleep I might go check.

I think I'm going to end my post here.

My life, as it were.

So here I am, 4 a fucken clock in the morning, doing nothing but staring at my moniter. I just spent a good 2 hours watching SF4 vids. Before that? Well, playing Brutal Legend for awhile (more on that later) but before THAT, played SF4. My days seem pretty linear. Go to class, come home, play SF4, go back to class, come home, play SF4, my brother comes home, play something else, sleep. Wake up and rinse, lather, repeat.

The only days this changes is if I have a test, or homework, in which case that takes place in either sleep time or the time inbetween classes that I play SF4. Other then that, nothing changes until the weekend.

My weekends are one of the two.

Wake up, get to bus station, sleep on bus, see gf for 4 days and what ever happens happens. I also get laid every night during this time.

Or, I wake up and play SF4 until hunger sets in at which case I play SF4 while eating.

This game has consumed me. And I blame Kyle/Jason. Lets explain why for both.

Way back when school was ending and we all just hung out for shits and giggles, one day we all went to Chilli's to see our good ole pal Chase. But whats this? Chase has something giddy to share with us (jason). A new installation to a game I haven't heard about since my days of waiting for my turn to use the Playstation is coming out. Street Fighter? Do I remember it? Oh yes, of course I do. I remember trying frantically to do a god damned fireball while my brother danced around me sending me sky high or dropping me to the floor. Fuckers. Why would I expect this one to be any different?

So the game comes out and on basically a daily basis we go over to Jason's to play. The memorys of me and kyle going at it while fucken awesome music in the background portrays the seriousness of our battles still run frantically through my mind, a memory that is just as fond as those of me hoping to get the next piece of tier 1, or me racing along with thousands of others to hit 70 first. The learning curb was.... steep. I remember when me kyle and jason went to the tournament at Game Crazy only to have our asses handed to us by someone who could actually execute the fucken moves. I remember figuring out that if I just parried kyle's fucking punch thing, I could ultra his ass and get him off my nuts. I remember when kyle learned he could combo into his ultra, so I couldn't stay near him. And I remember when everyone finally had moves down. Now it was a matter of set ups and combos. Fighting kyle just made me.... so angry. And yet, it gave me a high. Every time I lost I checked what I did, learned not to jump in, learned what moves he spammed. Every time I won I made sure not to play the same way, just incase he was doing what I was. It felt so great. I can still see that look on his face..... I just wanted to beat him, and for him to KNOW i beat him.

I think the first time I decided this was my new addiction was the fateful day we just happened to end up at Planet Zero. After so long of scoffing at the idea of an arcade stick, when Kyle and Jason kept clammering of how GODLIKE it was, I finally had it in my hands. And it was so natural. It just.... felt good. Sure, my reaction was a bit sloppy, and every now and then instead of shoryu I would hado, but either way I had much more control over what I did, and this felt great. I then made it my mission to get one of these things. Fuck, I even got a job to get one of these things (though it was really only part of the reason I got a job.)

Once again, I hit the training stage, and set off to remaster every move I had down. But something happened along the way. I learned low medium kick comboed into hado. I learned shoryu as anti air could hit twice. I learned spamming shoryu was NOT an effective way of winning a match. And cross overs made more sense. Some of this stuff I already had down, but not to the point of reflex. I had to think about it before I did it, and the stuff that WAS reflex was all bad habits, probably gained from shooters.

A few months later and I was finally feeling confident. I was winning the champ mode constantly, and I went to bed that night just feeling like I could take on Daigo himself. But when I awoke, something weird had happened. The night before I gained the title of g2B, something not any mortal man could do. But along with it came the chance of fighting more g2B and ups. And I started losing. How could I, me, possibly be losing this much. At first I was frustrated, but while I was supposed to be doing my news cast, I found myself discussing the game with others and watching videos of better people. Seeing what they could do was enticing, so I picked up the game again only to despair in my inability to even do the correct moves. It was like I just couldnt play. So, I picked up the 360 controller and started all over again. With the controller in hand, I won 4 champs in a row nonstop. What happened? I switched to stick again and could not win. I slowly transitioned myself to win a champ with controller to keep my spirits up, then use stick to not lose those timings. And within a week I hit g2A.

Once I hit G2 A I was feeling great again, but the slump hit me once more. But around that time, the Bar Fights round 2 were happening, and I could finally watch pro ken players in action, something that was just not seen since SF4 came out. I watched and then learned there combos, something that took so much fucken patience. Even now I botch them from time to time, and I'm attempting to learn to lengthen them slowly, when I'm feeling daring or when I know I'm going to lose. I'll just try and pull them out of my ass. And you know what's funny? Sometimes they work and win the match. Its awesome, that feeling of losing and then pulling something from nowhere only to have it save you. Once that happens, you feel like you can do it at anytime.

There are times when I have what I call "the zone", and I assume its what pros just have constantly. The ability to just read your player, know what they're going to do, take huge risks knowing you have a great chance of coming out on top with it, or just having a good idea of what's going to happen, so you prep mentally for it. At these times it's as if I'm seeing every frame by frame of the game, as if it has stopped completely. I can see blanka starting up his beast roll, or balrog beginning his dashes. I can tell if Ryu is throwing a fireball or tatsuing from the second I see his player make him crouch from not putting in the input fast enough. At other times I'm just playing by memory and act like a fucken tard. I'll just keep jumping in when it obviously doesn't work. I'll try the same combo and get punished horribly for it. Or, a horrible habit from Jason, really just want to end it flashy.

Week after week I can just see myself improve. I can look back and remember when I learned j.mk, c.mk, srk. And then, from that, I learned j.mk, jab, jab, srk. From that, j.mk, c.lk, jab, srk as a mix up incase they dont block low. Or even if the two jabs miss most of the time I can c.mk into a tatsu or hado.

When I'm on point I can string these things together. For ken its all about getting in close. The only reason I hate not having a working 360 is that I can't play SF4 once I wake up, or into the dead of night. But perhaps this is a good thing. I would still be playing right now, even though I have a test tomorrow.

Last weekend chels was telling me how she was going to have alot of homework, so I was going to have to find something to do while she did that. So, she said "Why not bring Street Fighter and hook it up in the lobby, that way people can see you play and come challenge you." See, this is why I love this girl. She has great ideas and she knows what I like. So thats what I did, took my fightstick and my game and while she did homework by my side, I kicked some random people's ass. I did not lose, people. Wish I had a camera to record that shit. Did. Not. Lose. Only one guy I faced actually had the game, and he was fun to fight if only because he blocked cross ups and forced me to mix up my game. Every time I won, I kissed chels for good measure, and played the next guy. There were 6 guys in all, one tekken player who thought for SURE he could beat me (he got one round on me), the other SF guy who also thought for sure he could beat me (Also got a round on me) someone who had a SF2 emu so he thought he was cool (only one I never got a perfect on) and 3 other guys who just loved playing it. Every single one said they were going to buy it and that "in a few weeks we're going to have a rematch". And to be honest? I can't wait. Just talking in between matches about strategys, showing them how to FADC out of projectiles, telling them of the whole Street Fighter scene thats out there that I want to be in. It was so fun. A few other guys who just looked on while they played magic (there was an entire group of people behind us playing magic) would also just yell with excitement when some kind of turn around happen. I'm sure a few of them will also buy the game.

I titled this blogg post "my life, as it were" and I really was going to talk about my life as it is right now. And in a sense, I think I kind of did. Me and chels are doing great, so there is nothing to talk about there. I see her every other weekend, twice in a row this weekend, and I love seeing her and love being with her. But when I'm not with her or with my studies, I'm with street fighter.

Jason introduced me into this competitive world when we saw "I Got Next". Even before that when the guy from CAD linked "Evo moment number 34", the moment I decided to buy SF4. Kyle showed me just how fun it is to have a rival, someone to just go at it with. And this game gave me what I have wanted for so long now. A good one v one competition. When Brawl came out I went with Matt to a melee tournament, and I remember how stressful, and fun it was. When we saw rich win it all, the high was just so great. A few months later at school during the Brawl tournament, I was horribly pissed that I lost, but all I wanted to do was practice and face that fucker again. Second was great and all and its something I can tell people, but first is first. I've always thought of games as the last true honorable form of 1v1 competition, and no other game has given me any substance behind that until this one. Not Smash, not Halo, not COD, the only thing that came close was, funnily enough, Tetris. I've always been really competitive, and this game has also.

Do I want to compete in tournaments? Yes. Do I hope to be the best? Not really. I just want to play. This game is so damned fun, and so much also are the interactions with people behind the matches, in between the rounds, after the whole thing is over with. I just want to go in and have some fun, get better while getting beat. Every now and then I find myself calling someone else cheap and I just have to stop, but down the controller, and go do something else. I then come back remembering why it is I do this. To have fun.

A dying art.

Seems like blogging is dying amongst our group of friends. Perhaps thats for the best. It was really just a way for everyone to make the crude jokes that they could have easily made through any other form of media.

Right now I'm at a crossroad. See, even now while I'm in college, I don't know "what I want to be when I grow up." All I know is that I want to go live with Chels. Sounds simple enough, right? But from the start, I knew I wanted to write. Just recently I've realized that, doing that in another town with out my parents is going to be not only difficult, but down right hard. If I'm going to write, we've already taken out the option of me going to the same school as Chelsea, because they have no programs for it there.

However....

Lately I've been looking at myself and what I've been doing. Every time I set out to do an assignment about halfway through I look around, and decide to blow some steam through some video games. I decided a long time ago, way back in Freshman year, that I would never try to go into game design on the count of that it's just way too cliche. A game nerd going for a game degree? But even in the midst of me having no money, going to college, whisking myself away every two weeks and attempting to have a social life, I still find/make times to set aside and just play games. And I don't mean my recent Street Fighter addiction, either. My brother moved the PS2 back in his room so I've been playing some classics. With the emulater I got, I've been playing SMRPG and I'm finally getting around to beating Chrono Trigger.

My point to that small rant was, not even a month ago I was talking about how I was feeling less and less like a gamer and more and more like someone who just really likes games (aka: Apple). But during my highest time of "stress" (It's not really stress since I have everything under control. Sort of....) I rely on games even more.

The next point to my rant is this. I've been browsing the internets, reading interviews and just looking at the stories of games. I've always said, if I can write a story and it just happens to end up into a game, great. But now I've realized that I can't do that if I don't have any game developing experience. And games offer a way into the media that movies, books, and television never will. I've been trying to convince myself to go into game design, but at the same time I wonder if my own motives are off. Do I actually want to go into game design, or am I just doing that so I can have an excuse to go to the same college as my girlfriend. Or am I just taking the easy way out of a profession that could be potentially difficult.

I'm sort of lost, battling myself. I think my one fear is that I'll get through 2 years of college, see what it is I'm doing and realize I don't want to do that and I'll look back and see what a stupid decision I've made. On the other side of that I don't want to look back when I have no real career and see the huge possibility presented to myself that I passed up cause I was confused.

Would it be too cliche for someone who has always avidly loved video games to suddenly start making them? Or would it really be better if I tried to go for a career in a dying industry that barely pays well, just to do what I love? Or even think I love? I don't know.....

School school school.

This is the first time in awhile I've got to sit down and play some good ole' WoW. And even then, I've got a good hour and thirty minutes to do so. Now, I'm not complaining about how much school sucks or anything like that, as the lack of time to do anything of my own is really my own fault.

For one, I like to sleep. Scratch that, I love to sleep. Sleeping is good, I'd do it for days if I had the option. But I don't, and thats because if I'm not up by 12:00, I'm just not getting an education for the day. This also ties in with my love of staying up late. Put these two together and you have a very groggy me in the morning that even 10 cups of joe cant fix. Nor some actual coffee. Joe doesnt like to shower.

Another block in the road I've hit is that, I don't like to be in town during the weekends. I guess a better way to say this is, I don't like to be home, as sometimes I'm forced to be in town. And the last time I was out of town I got home at 5. AM. Which kind of had me weirded out my first two days back, but what ever.

This was supposed to be alot longer, but I'm too stretched for time to write anymore.

Upon Kyle's Request

Me-Thats not my fault.

Kyle-I blame your infested doughnut (future edit. A donut? Come on....) for my befallen illness! You're the cause of this!

Me-You have no proof, child! You stand before the council and lay blame to me, what proof do we have this is nothing more then your wounded ego's attempt to bring me down!

Kyle-Keep still your tongue! I have only but myself to prove of this foul manner! I will show how you are the one to blame for this brackish attempt to end my life. I will show you!

Me-You show nothing but self placed contempt and hatered! When all is said and done, it is you who they will remember for wrong doing, not me!

Kyle-Do you actually believe you and your higherarchy can not be held accountable for such a reckless attack? Your social status does not shield you from the people, and your false words fall upon deaf ears. I will show them the coward, the tyrant, and the false council.

Me-You will show them nothing of the sort! If you truly believe the council will fall for your treacherous claims of sabatoge and assassination, then you yourself might as well be held accountable for treason.

Kyle- What ludicrous claims! My vision comes clear, this council would be so brash as to call thy claim an act of trason?! How rediculous! Your attempts to end my life will not be silenced, and you will be exposed for the murderous acts of you and the false council!

Me-I have no time for your deception and confusion amongst the council. We're at war! To waste my time with such ludicruos claims in itself is cheating our people!

Kyle-You are only to cheat yourself, council member! What is there to stop you from attacking another fellow civilian? My people will not suffer from this plot to destroy ourselves, through the minds and acts of this false council! I will not lay dying, and let you dictate my people!

Me-Do not dare talk to me about dictation when it was you who clearly let his own run rampant, and punish those not of his loyalty! What reason do I have to kill a council member when here you stand, with much power and control to gain if I fall! These are not children you see before you, but intelligent people! they will not fall for your ruse!

Kyle-Your council is nothing but false hope and lies amongst the people! Your words of loyalty are poison to the people's ears, and your false talk of peace is nothing but a figment of imagination! You will be held accountable for your actions of attempted murder, and you AND your council will be overthrown to make a vacant suitable to rule my people.

Me-I do not wish to fight a battle on two fronts, but if you must insist on such a fake grudge, you will lose. Such a rebellion will be aloud to go quietly, but take note, your followers will be shunned, and any warfare tactics used against us will not go unpunished. GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR!

Kyle-Hold yourself! You would decimate the people you serve? As a member of the high council, you are dispicable, and a fool! For a rebellion of my magnitude and rite will rampart through your pathetic military! My people are no longer part of this false empire, and here by now succeed from it. Your words of a "peaceful" rebellion is nothing anyone has ever heard! You would rather let a civil war errupt than settle? Oh! your visions of peace would kill my and your people bu the tens of thousands! You're not a ruler, but a scared child!

Me-DO NOT TWIST MY WORDS! I allow your "rebellion" to go peacefully, and you mock me?! Truly you have a false sense of loyalty these people have of you. I said before i do not want a battle on two fronts, but you are practically asking for it!What leader willingly throws his men to death for a grudge? And you judge ME.....

Kyle-You think this attack is upon currency!? How dare you! Such a claim is stupid and half minded!

Me-Watch your tongue! Now listen here, I have a war to run, and its enough with out meddlers such as yourself running around with such adacious claims! With out me this war is lost, and I wont let some nave out for money disturb me! Yes, I would rather let a few disobediant men leave peacefully then allow my men be sent to their deaths by leaders who had all good intentions. I wont let it happen, and to attempt to stop me iis such hatred as I've never seen.

Kyle-My men would rather fight for a cause to redeem themselves and their generations after them. Event if it ment to sacrifice themselves in the process! You will not win this, council member, and when the time comes, you will be no more, and your words will be hushed by the edge of my blade!

Me-Then so be it. But your grudge will consume you. Remember this. Gaurds! Escort this man away. We are done here......

My weekend

This is less of a blog post and more of a chronicalization for myself. So if you really don't care, then stop reading now. I can't be sure how long this is going to be.

So, lets start at Thursday. Thursday night I decided, I'd get some sleep early since I had to wake up promptly at 6:00 so I could be ready to leave at 7:30. So at around 9:00, I set my alarm and got ready to doze off into dream world. Except, that didn't happen. I didn't want to play games since I knew that would keep me up all night, so I decided to just read instead. That was at about 9:30. At about 12:30, I finished my book. Fuck. I picked up another book, read for another hour, then tried DESPERATLY to fall asleep, at all. My brother got home at about 3:00 and saw I was awake, so I decided to see if some good ole MVC2 would help me sleep. Ironically, it did and 30min later, I tried to go back to sleep, only to hear the buzz of my 6:00 AM alarm.

at 7:30 on the dot, Chelsea's dad showed up and I grabbed my pillow and single bag and began my journey. For the entire week I had worried of how it was going to play out, and the day before chelsea had told me it was ok if I slept or listened to music, cause he said he wouldn't be mad. Now, I've met the guy before even to the point of having a conversation with him, but 5 hours alone in the car with the guy is a bit different. I brought my pillow, not cause I thought I'd need it, I knew Chelsea had a shit load (thanks in part to her mom), but incase I needed to sleep on the way over there. Well, that never happened. We ended up just joking and making fun of things like license plates and houses and poor people the entire way, it was jolly good fun.

At 12:30, right when Chelsea's only class for the day ended, we arrived and took her and her roommate out to lunch. It was kind of an awkward lunch cause, Chelsea and Caitlyn (her roommate) would talk about things me and her dad didn't know about, and then me and her would talk about things her dad and caitlyn wouldn't know about, then her dad and I would talk about things the other two wouldn't know about. No matter what, someone was being left out of the conversation. Oh, and I was still running on 2 hours of sleep.

After lunch, her dad left to go do works stuff, meaning that for the rest of the weekend she was mine. =D We went back to her general area of living and got me unpacked, then exercised our new found freedom. After that we went to eat with some guy named Kyle, who is MUCH cooler then our kyle, and possibly even taller as well. Caitlyn came along also. It was basically him making sex jokes about me and chelsea the entire time, and eventually Caitlyn couldnt resist and joined in on the fun. After that we headed back to the dorms at around 4:00. We had a few hours till the pool party, and while me and chels were watching avatar we kept hearing them play rockband next door. Except, it wasnt next door it was in the living area between all the dorms, so we went out and watched and eventually played, while Caitlyn had the entire other half of the room laughing at random Demotivational posters. After that, someone hooked up their laptop to the TV and we watched the Menergy video, Charlie the unicorn, a few Whitest kids, and other various random internet videos. Some other group wanted to hook up their 360 and have a 'scary movie night', but the only scary movie we watched was something dumb called Shrooms which quickly turned into us constantly making fun of it. Pineapple express was on netflix, but someone else brought Waiting, and since everyone's seen PE, we saw Waiting instead.

Sleepiness procded to take hold of half the room, so we all headed back and went to bed. We didn't wake up the next morning till about 2:00, which is normal for me but apparently late for everyone else. We went to lunch where some guys from the night before met up with us and we talked about blizcon the entire time, but eventually I felt bad cause Chels couldn't join in so we bid ado and met up with Kyle to watch some Avatar. Eventually Chels and Caitlyn had to leave and go do something before the carnival that was to come, so me and Kyle chilled there for a bit before meeting up with them. Before the carnival there was, what I described as, a pep rally. We heard some people speak and I felt REALLY out of place, but eventually we went to the carnival and played, in this order, Human Pacman, Football, ate some foods, Musical Chairs and then watched fireworks. After that we headed back to Kyle's dorm and finished off Avatar and headed back to bed.

Chelsea had to wake up at like, 10:00, and wouldnt be back till about 5:00 to do some team developing thing, which made me feel bad for keeping her up. We woke up, ate, then decided to start getting me ready to leave. Except, the website we used to find my bus/train/bus was down, so we were going to have to wing it. We got semi lost in dallas and chelsea was freaking out, so we called her dad but then we just said screw it and decided to try again the next day in the morning. We found a bus that left at 2:45 monday, and woke up at 11 to get me ready. After that, my 'adventure' began.

I got lost in Dallas. YAAAAAY!

I got off 4 stops before I was supposed to, but I didn't know that at the time. The train station was supposed to take me to the bus station so i could get home, which is simple enough, but I didn't know which train stop to get off at. I got off at one that SOUNDED right, and walked around town for a good hour before stopping and asking for help. I looked silly with my pillow in hand. I got back on the train and went down for a good while before getting off. I was, once again, short of my stop, but learned I was only one stop away, but with only an hour and 30min left to get there. My ticket had run out of time, so I had to buy a new one, and while that was happening, a train came and went. Great. So, finally a new train came around and brought me to the actual train station, with only 45 min left to get to my bus. But, once again, I was lost and had NO clue where to go. Chelsea was freaking out cause she didn't want me to miss my bus again, and right when I was about to give up and ask someone, I turned a corner and saw the greyhound building. SUCCESS! So, as I walked the final stretch of my quest, something weird happened. You know those guys that make you answer a riddle before you can pass? I kind of got one of those. He said, 'let me ask you this. What is the secret to your success?'. I looked at him. I looked at myself and the stuff I carried. And then I looked back at him and said "I don't have any success". I then gave him a sob story of why I couldn't give him money, because I didn't know if I had any left to get home (lie). He said sorry, and I felt like I answered that riddle quite well, bought my bus ticket and left for home.

Oh, and I fucked alot!