Late night traffic

Kinda feels like I left school "uncompleted" this semester. I spent most of my last day on campus running around like a mad person trying to get two days worth of work done in one afternoon.

I like to think of myself as a "pretty chill bro," but December totally has ruined that for me.

There came a time about 5 o'clock where I just gave up and decided to see how my roommate was getting by. He spent most of the past week slaving over his woodcuts and metal etchings. Crazy art majors. East of Chicago Pizza was our destination - but three other people ended up joining us, two of whom were girls. What was going to be a chill night of pizza and cinnamon bread turned into a night of me watching my mouth so not to offend the lady types. Seriously, I say stupid stuff.

It took me forever to get on the road. Too much stuff to see through. It felt great to finally get on the highway and set the cruise to a hair above 70. Leaving late at night means light traffic - and I love open roads at night, especially heading towards Indy. I like it how everything is so open but you can't really see it. You just gotta assume there are cornfields out there.

I got home before midnight - which was the goal. I was reminded of just how "bare" my room is. Right before fall semester started, I repainted it. The north wall is brown and the other three are green. I like it, but it just seems like it would be a sin to put something up on still freshly painted walls. But I'm glad the smell of paint is gone.

I got semi-stoked that my Bon Iver t-shirt came in the mail. I wore it today.

I slept 'til 11, which felt odd. I think I've brainwashed myself into thinking sleeping-in displays bad character. This is probably because of several weeks of early mornings.

Didn't do much today besides chill at home - but I did run a couple errands and visit my high school. The moment I stepped on the campus I realized just how much it's changed and not changed in the same respect. First thing: You can't just "visit" the school anymore. I swear, they are so paranoid at public schools. They actually installed an intercom with a fish-eye camera on the main door. I forgot I went to school at Jabba the Hutt's palace.

"Hello, can I help you?"
"Um, yeah. I'm a Center Grove graduate. I was wondering if I could visit Mr. Pratt if that's -"
"No. You can't do that. He's teaching a class now."

Maybe I've gotten so used to living in a "totally safe" college town that I forgot that most high school students are "mad dangerous." It just seems like these school board people are sacrificing trust for safety these days. I "sneaked" into the school when someone opened the door. So much for security. I said "hi" to my favorite English teacher (who didn't remember my name) and later dropped in on Mr. Pratt - my gay choir director. He seems to be doing fine; his choir still dominating the show choir scene. Last I heard he called it off with his boyfriend. I also bumped into my old theater director, who I learned is retiring this year. She is old, so that makes sense. I've been under the impression she's also a lesbian. I think it's a performing arts thing these days...but they're good people and I enjoy keeping in contact if I can.

After visiting school I dropped off my friend's electric bass at his house and called it a day. Watched a movie with the family and ate cheese cake. I guess it's good to be back.

-B