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By Pink Floyd

Be prepared, this is probably will be the longest entry I've ever written, maybe the longest I'll ever write, you probably don't even want to read it. Why the heck are you here anyway? Dang, I'm so enigmatic and brilliant, you don't even know!

Well, the past couple of days have been an experience that is not really unique, considering the number of college Freshman that walk into the hallowed planes of higher learning every year, but I will definitely remember the indescribable feeling that being on my own for the first time has given me.

Tuesday I said good bye to Colorado for four months and got on a plane to Phoenix. My brother picked me up at the airport, and when we got to his apartment I proceeded to watch Kill Bill, Volumes 1 & 2, for the first time. I liked the first one better than the second one, but I can't really say that I thought both movies were instant classic, I guess I'll reflect more on that another time.

On Wednesday I woke up at 5:30 am to help my brother and his girlfriend move their furnishings so that the painters could cover all the walls in their house...with paint of course. Then I waited at the apartment while my brother tied up some loose ends at work. After that he made me do the driving for our trek to Tucson. It was the first time I've ever driven in another state besides Colorado, and they don't have the left-lane law here, so I almost like it better, good scenery too. We got there around 12:30 pm or so (I can't really remember the times, my mental clock is screwed up or something) and I moved in. Then we drove to Target and I shopped for stuff, I think I did okay, but I'm still purchasing neccesities. Then my brother left, and I picked up my books. I still haven't cried, I have no clue what the deal is, I thought for sure I'd sobb like a gigantic wussie, maybe it'll come later or something.

Yesterday I woke up late because I pulled the, "Set two alarms, turn them both off, go back to bed" routine. I woke up because my roommate moved in, I'm sure I made a great first impression, with my groggy greeting and bedhead charm. Then I walked to Safeway, I went the right way this time, so I didn't get lost like Wednesday night. Along the way I picked up my Zona Zoo Pass, and I got a free t-shirt, it's red, I like it. I bought granola bars. I need to buy cereal, milk, bowls, and spoons. I think I spent more time wandering around looking for stuff, I can't really remember, must be the heat. I bought sandals, they're okay. I realize this is pretty boring, but I think I'm writing it for my own future reference, so "step off."

After all that stuff I went to hang out with my new best friend Nikki. Okay, I lied, she's not new, she's premium quality used, she has eighteen years of friendship on her in the climate of Bako...apparently. High recommendations from previous friends though, okay...I'm sorry that was too corny, I'll leave it anyway. We went and ate dinner at the Student Union, then we walked to her apartment complex, which is run by the school. It's a pretty nice place. Then we walked around on her floor meeting people with these two other guys who knocked on her door. We went around knocking on others' doors. It was fun. Then we left the building and walked...and walked...and kept on walking...no real destination in mind at all. We found a place called La Placita, where they play classic movies for free on Thursdays, we'll probably go next Thursday. We had two run-in's with crazy people, which of course made me uneasy. Then we walked back toward her apartment, and something occured that is going to make me rant right here, right now.

In fact, I get more and more angry everytime I think about what happened. I'll give you a hypothetical first, say that you're in a situation where there isn't really any accountability for your actions, you could do something without any consequences. How would you act? Would you act rude and vulgar, and thereby speak out to the world that you are inherently a jackass? I hope I wouldn't, because...no one likes realizing that they're a prick. Now let's say that the situation was you were riding in a car down a street with your friends, drunk as a skunk or not, and you decide to yell a sexist vulgarity at a woman as she's walking along the sidewalk to the going the opposite direction of the vehicle. Cat-calling, call me a fricking square, but I don't like it. The dumb ass coward doesn't even give Nikki a chance to use her excellent logic and sarcasm skills to fight back. I'm not sure if I believe in Karma or not, but I hope he gets his just desserts. I'll try not to linger on the subject in writing or in my mind any longer, but I wish I had the capability to create a paintball gun that shot exploding balls of mace, because I would have used it. Breathe out anger, breathe in calm...I guess, unless you have calm anger, in which case you need to see a Thoracic specialist, there might be something wrong with your lungs.

On a side-note about a topic I will discuss in further detail later, my roommate is from Sudan, he's one of "The Lost Boys."

http://www.redcross.org/news/in/africa/0108lostboyspage.html

Now I can't complain about anything, because he will say, "Oh yeah, so is that like walking thousands of miles to escape oppression and death?" Instantly my ability to whine is gone. It's a good thing, I complain too much anyway. I think we'll get along great, he has a great attitude about life.