| Very rarely do I have one of those days that make me sit up and say, "Hey, today was a GOOD day." Well, last Tuesday happen to be one of those. I'll set the mood. For the past week I'd been attending classes, and had had a fairly light load since all my books weren't in and I couldn't do my Japanese homework. However, Friday the little anticipated workbook arrived, and the cause of my procrastination vanished. Luckily, it just so happened to be Labor Day Weekend. Three whole days, no classes, no responsibilities, and God willing, no showers. I kicked off my particularly grungy weekend by spending a day fixing my suddenly-special-ed computer. I think the thing just woke up and told itself, "Y'know what'd be funny?" "What? (said another part of the computer, presumably the monitor)" "If all of the sudden we just said screw it, and stopped working. Boy, Matt'd get some kicks and giggles out of that." And that's just what it did. Up side: this finally gave me the excuse I needed to wipe it clean of all past crud and start all over. Down side: I'd have to reinstall my Bonzi-Buddy, the online ape that talks to me, sings songs, and juggles coconuts. It juggles COCONUTS!! I digress. So that was Saturday. Sunday was much of the same, very little moving, very little shaving, very much videogames. Unfortunately I had to break the whole "no showering" thing to go to mass that night, I didn't think the Big Guy would be that keen on me stinking up His joint. But other than that, pretty light load. And what's best, I had Chinese delivery that evening. I've got to say, there's something special about having Chinese food delivered to your room, chopsticks and all. Especially when it's dirt cheap. It's things like that that tempt me to become one of those moved-by-a-forklift guys. Once more, I digress. Monday. Labor Day. Big day, actual vacation. Would be a good day to do the 10 pages of Japanese homework I had. Would be a good day to do something productive. But, it turns out it was a good day to sit around in my bathrobe on the computer. Oh yeah, and no shaving. Shaving's for suckers, and other people that go out in public. Then the gong of midnight struck, and my cool day began. First off, I REALLY didn't want to do my homework, to the extent that I was willing to do ANYTHING else, and I mean anything. In this case, anything was two and a half weeks worth of laundry. Did you know that you could fit that much clothes in two loads of a washer? Now, I'm not sure it's LEGAL, persay, but you can do it. And so I did. Got all my laundry washed and dried, that's neat, I've got clean laundry for the week. But what about my homework. By this point it was 2 in the morning, and any of you who know me know that I have a slight inclination towards the procrastination. Normally, I would have said, "Hey, class isn't till 9:30, go sleep Matt, wake up at 8, do the homework THEN." (I talk to myself a lot.) But for some reason, I buckled down and did all 10 pages, thus relieving me of a week of work. Awesome. That's more than I've gotten done in some months. So it's 5, and I figure sleep sounds like a neat plan. Go upstairs, crawl in bed, bet ready for some Z's. This is where one of the few bad points enter my day. For some reason I had the most insanely terrifying dreams about scorpions. And we're not talking tiny little cute scorpions that you just want to pet and cuddle. No, we're talking giant purple fleshy machines of death, with sharp pincers and razor tails, and lots of teeth and poison. And lots of chasing me. I don't recall specifics about anything, although I think I had several gruesome deaths, but for some reason I remember my roommate Brian being the source of scorpions. Bad things will need to be done to him. The point is, scary dreams = Matt sleep badly. I think, all told, I might have gotten two hours of sleep by the time 8:30 rolled around. Allright, miracle number one: Matt did all of his homework. Now, we're bordering on sainthood because here comes miracle number two: Matt actually woke up for class on two hours of sleep. Yep, I drug my lazy bones out of bed, showered, and managed to SHAVE, and didn't even cut myself. Heck, I cut myself when I'm awake, and here I was tired enough to gargle with hair spray, but not a scratch. Went to class, stayed AWAKE, and did great all through it. Came back to the hall, had a good lunch, played some video games, and went to Aikido class, which is awesome. Learned to focus my Ki some, can now make myself immovable, like a dumptruck. On the way out, I ran into one of the girls from my Ballroom Dance Class, hadn't seen her since first semester, it was really cool. Talked for a while, that was neat. Then I went back to the hall, but on the way there I ran into another friend of mine, my kinda-cousin who I'd taken English with and was generally fun to talk to. Once again, hadn't seen her for a while, so we chit and we chat, I find out she lives in a Schol Hall now, so I'll probably see her again. It's all cool. So then I go to the hall, played more video games. (If you can't tell, I'm rushing a bit here. I'm sure you have something better to do, like wash the dog or clean the gutters.) Afternoon rolls around. Usually, this is the part where I take a long nap until dinner, thus ensuring that I am: 1) Lazy as heck, and 2) Not able to go to sleep that night. Not today, oh no. I get off of my tuckus and haul my self to the enrollment office so that I can finally step up to 12 hours and be considered a full time student (This is important. Full time students: get scholarship money. not full time students: don't. Matt not full time student, Matt moves into parents' basement.) On the way there, I run into ANOTHER old buddy, this time my best friend since second grade. Hadn't seen him in almost a year. So I tell him I've got to run, but give him my address and he says he'll drop by that night. Awesome. I hit the enrollment center, it's easier than I thought, I'm in, out, and through in less than fifteen minutes. Head on home, and run into ANOTHER person. This is starting to get weird. It was another of the girls from my dance class, but she seemed in a hurry so we just said quick hi's. Still, that's four random people in one day. Heck, there'd been days before when I didn't even run into my roommate, much less people from last year. So it's to the hall for the night for me. I check the menu, what's for dinner that night? Rats, boo-yah. (Yes, I said Rats. They're chicken cordon-bleu patties, don't know what's with the name. They're ubergood.) (Yes, I also said boo-yah. Bite me:) I chow down on the good stuff, watch some Simpsons, and then my friend Chis got there. We had a blast, talked about old times, caught up on new stuff, and played a lot of video games. By the time he left, I was worn out from an day of awesome goodness, and so I turned in early at 10 to sleep the peaceful sleep of the successful. That was when the scorpions returned. Addendum: Although this wasn't on the same day, I find it important to mention that last Friday I experience one of the coolest things ever, an Impossibles concert in town. Holy crap, I don't think it's legal for any one band to be this good! Seriously, if they stay this awesome, what's the point of having other bands? The show was great, the opening bands were pretty good, this one called River City High was amazing, tons of energy, and then The Impossibles came on and I forgot my name. Honestly, when I left that concert, I felt like I had pure electricity hopping from every nerve in my body, and I'm pretty sure I could have flown I was so pumped. It's one of those times when I wish I knew how to do a cartwheel. |