The more important part of those two months

Surprisingly not nearly as much comes to mind as remarkable or memorable.  But I'll tell you about classes.

My chem lab is ending in a super-long lab that is not going incredibly well, which sucks because, as of this writing, there is only one lab session remaining which supposedly ought to be dedicated to reorganizing our equipment to make sure that we haven't lost anything.  It's going to be a clusterfuck on Friday.  My chem lecture has also devolved into the "routine" of organic chemistry, which no longer deals with understanding thoroughly the structure behind organic molecules and their reactions, but with memorizing what sort of materials do what when you mix them together.  I am not excited about this.  Engineering is still programming, but thankfully we've moved beyond C++.  This was still quite easy for me, but still tedious.  I can't even remember if I mentioned this but I took a class where we learned the basics of C++ my sophomore year.  I hated it and thought I wouldn't remember any of it but that little bit set me leaps and bounds ahead of everybody else in my class.  Now we're in MATLAB (which is supposedly a common programming language for engineers, but I wouldn't know) and it's still remarkably easy.  I really hope I wind up with an A because any less is indicative of my laziness rather than any sort of difficulty in understanding the class.  Calculus... well, let's just say I'm glad I didn't take Calc I again, because I am pretty well caught up to what we're doing now, but it's damn difficult.  My A on the first exam was pretty definitively a fluke, as I did worse on the second exam despite the average being a bit higher.  It was still a B+ but the decrease in confidence in the material we were learning was much more remarkable.  Needless to say it is my most difficult class.  But I'll still end up with an A or a high B assuming I stay consistent with my final exam. 

The whole DJ business with "Fuck Math" has not progressed at all since I posted it.  I'm pretty sure it's not going to happen due to stricter noise enforcements due to complaints. (thank you, jackass-in-my-hall-who-loves-blink-182-too-much-to-stay-even-remotely-quiet-about-it)  That and they still haven't moved the furniture out of the room.  Oh well.  At least the whole path to becoming a DJ is a lot clearer and interesting.  On my wish list for Christmas is a mixer with two iPod components that you can essentially operate like a turntable, all for around $100.  It's pretty amateur, but that's exactly what I am, is it not?  Joining MEDMA is the best thing I've done on campus, as I've discovered so much great music and enjoy listening to it.  Not so much finding it though.  The talent required to make good EDM is a lot less obvious to many than it is for rock music or other genres, so as a result, there's a lot more shit to weed through.  Luckily MEDMA has an active forum supported mainly by its core members where new music is posted with healthy frequency, and most of it is actually good.

The best night on campus involved a visit from a man named Coon (which also rather hilariously involved an incident with a raccoon only a few feet away from biting range crawling out of a garbage can at the bus stop).  It was the day of the Michigan vs. Michigan State game.  Before entering we went "pre-gaming" which didn't actually involve any drinking, but rather beating the shit out of a green sedan with a sledgehammer to raise money for breast cancer awareness. (breast cancer = foreshadowing) We left after the third quarter when it was apparent that we were going to get our asses handed to us.  Later that night, after a game of foursquare in Northwood apartments, we returned to central campus to get in line for a midnight screening of "the Citizen Kane of bad movies," The Room.  Jesus.  Fucking.  Christ.  Disregard the fact that we were practically the first people in line and thus waited an unnecessary amount of time to get in.  Disregard the fact that our football team lost miserably.  This, ladies and gentlemen, made up for it by the truckload.  This is easily the most fun I've ever had at a movie screening in my life.  More fun than the now-infamous G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra.  GO SEE THIS MOVIE.  It will change your life.  And bring spoons.  Lots of em.  After this awesomeness we returned to the central bus stop where we ran into some of the funniest drunk people ever.

Tall guy: "Hey I totally know you from somewhere!"
Short guy: "Really?"
Tall guy: "Maybe."

Same tall guy:  "Have you ever taken a piss outside of the C.C. Little building?"
Me: "No."
Same tall guy: (awestruck) "Oh, it's beautiful..."

Me: "Dude, I only ever see you at the bus stop at 2 a.m."
Different short guy: "I think I'm about as drunk and high as I was last time, too."

Michigan State student:  (screaming, tears streaming down his face) "Yeah, that's right!  I can't read and I can't write!  I only go to a fucking... university!  I'm just an idiot!  FUCK ALL OF YOU.  FUCK ALL OF YOU."

Then there was a fight that broke out right in front of the last bus back to North, so we ended up half-assedly attempting to break it up and calling the cops instead of getting on.  I felt mildly heroic.  But then we walked the 20-30 minute trek back North instead, only making it back at 3:30 (keep in mind it took about an hour to even get close to getting on a bus).  It was a great day.

I saw a series of shows through knowing a ton of theater kids, since I hang out most often with my neighbor and my most-frequently-seen comrade from high school, both of whom are actors.  One of them was called The Diver, which was a show about a woman with multiple personalities (or something) that was generally more concerned with packing as much Japanese folklore and symbolism into itself in one hour than it was with being coherent.  But of course it was good.  I also attended an event known as 24 hour theater in which several one-act plays are written, rehearsed and performed in one day-long marathon.  It was beautiful.  Mostly because every one of them was hilarious, but for completely different reasons.

Other than that, nothing to report other than probable mental illness and general neurosis.  The longest paragraph I've ever written is stored as a draft describing pretty much everything I can possibly hate about myself.  I don't think I should delete it but I don't think I'm going to post it either.  Instead I'll tease you with its existence.  Haha.  Sucks to be you.  But then again it also apparently sucks to be me.  Anyway, after fall break things just sorta went downhill with regards to my mental health.  I can't be left alone like this.  The short of it all is that I have a semi-immature dependency on other people.  And I don't want to say it because it sounds horrible, but I pretty much depend on other people to determine my self-worth.  This is a huge problem, and I recognize it.  I'm doing everything that I can to fix it, but I'm not sure I want to.  I am just not a person who stays away from connecting to people, and a true connection almost always involves some sort of give-and-take relationship.  Otherwise, why bother talking to someone?

Two months

Hey, I'm back.  Kinda, anyway.  I didn't really leave.  In fact I wrote a lot of disturbing stuff that I never ended up posting whenever I felt like shit, which happened a lot more often than usual in the past two months or so.  Maybe I'll post it later (but it is awful disturbing).  For the sake of not having an entire month without posting on my track record, here's a quick overview of what has gone down when I've been at home (overall about nine days since moving to Ann Arbor), more or less in order. 

• Watched the majority of Season 4 of Lost in one sitting with my friend JK overnight.
• Went to see my sister/my high school marching band play their final competition for the 2010 season and WIN.  I was so proud, and jealous that it wasn't me.  However I'll still maintain that my performance at the same competition in 2009, despite only placing third, was the best I've ever played (and, perhaps not-so-coincidentally, the last show I played on a field).  Caught up with old friends. 
• Got yelled at for stealing season 2 of Gossip Girl, subsequently stole season 1 of Glee. (arguably more heterosexual)
• Visited K College, met up with sweet people, played duets on a piano in my friend's hall, made an epic photobooth album with a girl and then (much) later asked her out awkwardly.  Yeah... still single.  But it was still a good night. 
• Returned later for one day so that I could attend my own Eagle ceremony (Eagle Scout!  Now I almost seem cooler, I think.)  Also awkward, but there were tacos.
• Got a haircut, then a ride back to Ann Arbor from my friend who goes to Eastern Michigan in Ypsilanti.  Fun stuff.
• Returned home for Thanksgiving with cool people, had a very good car ride conversation about relationships and politics and geography and college and life in general. 
• Did absolutely nothing for the first few days.  Bored out of my mind.
• Thanksgiving: hyperactive seven-year-old cousin crawls all over head, I pass out from overeating, watch the Lions get their asses handed to them, then sleep all the way back to Portage from Niles.  Later that night go to see Deathly Hallows the second time with my family (First time occurred in AA, more on that later) It was awesome.  Narrowly dodged stepping in puke on the sidewalk both when entering and exiting the theater.  Almost get killed by my dad hitting a deer on the passenger's side when he was driving home.  It was terrifying. 
• Watched the Lost Season 5 finale with JKuo (we watched season five separately and then met up for this later).  Easily the most frustrating and confusing episode of television ever made.  We both shat our pants, even though I knew what was going to happen.  After, we ran to McD's and got the McRib.  Delicious.
• Hung out with people at Tiger's house (I'm having trouble remembering what nickname's I'm giving people.)  Then went to another friend's house and hung out with a bunch of cool nerdy people and I watched some kid play this game called "LSD" which is the rarest game released on the PS2.  It's pretty much exactly what it says on the tin.  It was terrifying.  I then went on Omegle for several hours and saw many, many dicks.  It was a blast.  We watched Wizards again!
• Made the traverse to a newer friend's house the next night after waking up around noon, had a severe allergic reaction to his cat and then went home and fell asleep around midnight.  I was up for about 12 hours total.  We built a blanket fort and watched Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (for about the 8th time in a row) and talked about our college adventures. 

I'll make an update about what's gone on when I was actually at college later.