I don't know what the hell people are so edgy about...
12 hours after the card line-up was given, I was IMed, asked when I would write up an RP...
...the sh*t if I know!
You guys want me to tell you how Monday was for me?
Okay... I wake up around 9:30. Gotta get to school. I quickly dress in a pair of black slacks, and a nice green shirt I stole out of my dad's closet. I do this, because I have plans later. But right now, a class calls. I get my sh*t together and book ass to Purdue. I bring along my video camera for a presentation I must make later in the day. I park in a new and somewhat unfamiliar parking lot, in hopes on my way back to the car, I might bump into this girl I know who I saw a couple weeks ago walking in the other direction, and I figured she commuted like me, so she might park in the same parking lot and I'd run the chance of...
Okay, you get the idea. Get on the bus titled "Gold Loop". It goes a little longer than I expected, going a scenic route through West Lafayette. It finally comes to the loop around Memorial Mall will only a few minutes left until my class. I hop off and run into the Class of 1950 Lecture Hall, next door to Stanley Coulter, where my class would be in the basement. I do this because there's usually a stack of Exponents (school newspapers) there in the doorway. I walk in. No newspapers. Sh*t! No crossword for today. I do a 180, go into Stanley Coulter, and attend Japanese...
One long hour later...
I run out of Stanley Coulter, checking my watch frequently. It is 12:20. I have until 1:40 P.M. to arrive at Frankfort Middle School for my field experience. FMS is in the heart of Frankfort, Indiana, a good half an hour south of Lafayette, not including the time it takes to drive through both towns. I also have errands. Quickly, I ride back home, as I remembered that I forgot my ID. Without my Student ID clipped to my shirt, I wouldn't be allowed in the school. That would be back. I grab my leather jacket from my room and hop into the car again. I drive a few blocks to the bank; it's the only chance I have to get money today. I pull some money and hop into the car. I take Earl Avenue to I-65, and I'm on my way to Frankfort.
Nearly all of my hour and twenty minutes are spent as I arrive at the heart of Frankfort. I realize I am hungry. It is now 1:30. I can hit drive-thru at this strip of fast food restaurants roughly a block away from the school. Not bad, except for the fact I'm accustomed only to Burger King or Arby's. Sh*t. I settle for KFC, and grab a medium popcorn chicken and drink. I whiz around and come to the school parking lot, where I finish my short lunch and run into the class.
I sit through two class periods, until 3:25. My last class for today begins at 3:30, another half an hour away in Lafayette. The trip is impossible to make in five minutes without the aid of Star Trek technology. Still, I sit through both class periods. Please note that I've done better things than listen to a restless 8th Grade English class. My appearance has been related to Michael Jackson. As it is, I leave promptly at 3:25, beating the rush of students and buses, to haul ass back to Lafayette.
This class, EDCI 205, is two hours long. It ends at 5:20. It is 3:45 by the time I leave Frankfort; class started five minutes ago. I have a trip ahead of me. As I drive, I remember that some things are missing for my presentation. A print-off is due, one where I write down the description of my project. I make a mental note to hit a school computer, print it off, and do the work before going to class.
I arrive back at Purdue around 4:30, thanks to boat-loads of incoming and outgoing traffic. Rush hour on universities is heinous. Still, I manage to grab a close parking spot, and bail out of the car to the computer lab. On the way, I realize I left the camera in the backseat of my car. Sh*t. But no problem; I can do the paper, then return, grab the camera, and hike across campus to the building that just HAD to be at the end of everything.
I arrive at the computer lab. Around this time, all computer's are taken. There's a line of people waiting to go on. Suddenly, a miracle happens... I've only seen it happen once or twice. On person leaves his computer... then another leaves hers... then another. In sequence, five people leave their computers. Five people are ahead of me. I am now at the head of the line. Then... there is silence.
Ten minutes later, I'm on a computer. I quickly pull up the file, print it off, run up to the printer, grab it, take it back, glance it over, write it up, and I'm done. All I need is the camera. I get everything together and hike back to my car. I'm wearing nice black shoes, not meant for walking. They are chaffing away at the balls and heels of my feet. My soles are killing me. I'm developing a limp. My hair, so perfect when I made it this morning, is a livid mess above my head. Sweat streams down my forehead as I bound down the sidewalk. My watch reads 4:55. I have a half an hour to arrive at class. This does not include the five minutes it will take for me to make my presentation. Keep in mind that I have quite a long distance to go.
I come to my car, grab the camera (with the tape inside), and hustle and bustle back to the school. I walk a long way, until I finally arrive at the building. I opt for the stairs. I nearly collapse with exhaustion as I near the top. My feet are killing me. The following day, I would be surprised to find calluses in the very spots where I could feel them worn away.
I arrived at class promptly at 5:05, in the middle of another classmate's presentation. Much to the amusement of my classmates, I presented my project in my customary clown-like manner; I stepped before them, shoes off (hoping I'd walk better without them), addressing them as I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the black Shredder t-shirt beneath. The green dress shirt was literally thrown to the floor as I walked on, hair messed up and sweat streaming down my face. I played the video that featured a short acoustic guitar instrumental featuring myself and a friend. They seemed to like it.
But all is not over. After class, I limp back to my car. I go straight across to Lafayette, further still until I come to... Best Buy. I purchase Alfred Hitchcock's North by Northwest. Tomorrow, I have another project due. It includes a shot-by-shot breakdown of the opening 25 shots of the movie, an essay describing the director's editing techniques, and an essay describing the mise-en-scene. I buy the movie (eyeing the Headbanger's Ball CD that I would purchase on the following day), and return home.
I rested for a moment, then went to work on my project. I sifted through the opening 25 shots, documenting the angles and close-ups, and longshots... I came downstairs and typed everything up, and by the time I was done, I was exhausted... 12:30 A.M. I went to bed, as I would have to be up at 9:30 tomorrow.
And look... look at the Global Warfare boards...
At the time of this writing, one by Dallas Winston...
Oh, and one by Clapper! Yeah, who's the man? Who's the man? Call me Trooper Ryan, maggot! Ten HUT, dag yo!
I'm not going to excuse myself by saying I'm busy... I've written matches, I've written angles, and I've written RPs, all contributing to the longevity of GXW. It isn't dead... at least not for me. And I'd be extremely pissed if it was...
But saying it isn't is very different from PROVING it isn't... which is why in spite of the hectic days (thankfully behind me, for the time being), I can cut one out when I need to.
That's all I have to say... I'm a little tired of typing now...
Oh, before I go, can anybody explain what a Genocide match is?
