Zeke

I'm home.

So my friends' page decided not to update itself, and I was somewhat of the belief that not a single person I follow had written anything since the 13th, and then I read since then today. However, many of the feelings put forth since then were not appropriately commented on by me as they should've been, but it isn't my fault. If you want any kind of latent me freely sharing my semi-worthless opinion through poorly thought out attemptably witty comments, repost stuff that's still true, or somehow contact me and I'll whip up something not that funny to say real fast.

Sometimes late at night, it gets really lonely.

It's nearly five am and I can barely keep my eyes closed. Withdrawal? Maybe. Entrenched in deep thought? Typically. I've spent way too much time thinking about thinking lately. You can't come to any conclusions that way, no matter what, barring extremem circumstances, one still thinks, one is still inevitably drawn back into human drama (hurrah for the pure-being ball thing) but really. I wish Brandon were here, he put a lot of things in perspective for me. Not only did he add a much needed sense of reality to my being at New College, but he also gave me some grounding where I definitely needed it.

I hope I'm not as tired as I ought to be tomorrow.

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I ate ten White Castles tonight.



Ohmygod my insides.





AAAHHH.

Is it illegal to drive with your left foot? Sometimes my right one just gets tired.

So tonight my mom gave the siblings and the sister's boyfriend early christmas gifts: hats that were mini-basketball goals with twenty little plastic balls that we've been wearing and tossing at eachother all night. Then we also got these little nerf guns, the ones that shoot the discs, except these ones don't have holes in the middle, they're "chill wafers." We've also played Nintendo Wii, Donkey Konga, we're currently singing Kereoke, but all in all it's been a pretty amazing night. It's nice to be with the family again.

I've had Afroman's Palmdale stuck in my head for about three weeks. I'm flying out on Wednesday and I couldn't be happier. I want to get out of here so bad, and I don't really even understand why. I spent the first night since I've been at New College on a weekend without drinking or smoking last night. It was really, really uneventful. I still stayed up until three. I still barely got shit done. I still got up late today. I still haven't done anything today. Three more days and it won't matter, it'll all be over. Well, this semester that is. Sometimes I feel like I do stuff because its easy, and I'm afraid that if I try something new or look for something else, I'll lose out and regret it. Not that I don't look for new stuff, people, things, places.... but.... oh god this sounds so stereotypically blogish. Yuck. Home in three.

So our VOIP system here at work has an amazing feature that when you put people on hold it can play music. It does this by actually have a small computer set up that receives 'holds' or temporary transfers to a certain extension. Since it automatically receives all calls and just plays a song, you can actually call this extension, from system phones only, unfortunatly, but when you call you can just hear this music play. Well, I took it one step better today, and after calling this extension and hearing the music play, I transferred this call I was on to another guy here in the office, so he received a call from that extension.. curious enough, but knowing what that extension was, he picked up the phone and had received a call from the hold music. Basically I can make the hold music call people. The thing is, we both work in IT so we have to deal with these issues, so we know that extension. No other faculty or anyone really would recognize it, so mysteriously people maybe getting calls from an annoying song. Not that I would do such a thing, but there may be people of less moral and ethical integrity out there who are willing...

I went to mass for the first time since I began drinking. It was better. (Apologies to those who've already read this elsewhere.) Then again, this is a different person than that one anyway.

Well Ms. Rebecca Stork convinced me to get on this here dealeo so yeah hi, hey, congrats, we're going to college. Actually I'm pretty pumped about getting the hell out of Indiana and meeting my new roomate(s) (s, from what I hear we have triples?) but that's cool because I pretty much had a triple last year complete with my roommate going off on this guy for being in our room all the time. Yeah good times, in any case I'm sure I'll meet you all soon enough so enjoy your summer.
Oh and if you read my dealeo it's old and outdated and don't pay attention to that, I was just depressed for a bit but got over it. And if you weren't going to, then disregard this part too.

So I've been accepted to Loyola, Chicago, New College of Florida in Sarasota, Miami University, Ohio, and rejected from Yale. I'm waiting on Boston but have sent in a deposit to New College and plan on going there. It's a pretty wonderful school with a beautiful bay-front campus and I'm really excited about it.

Other than that school is lame but easy and I'm looking forward to this summer and high-school graduation... it'll be a big step but I'm sure it'll be a great one. Dorm life continues with its tendencies but it's okay and I'm used to it so I take the bad and relish the good and am just trying to have a good time.

I get bored rather often, but its better than working my butt off because that was really, really stressful and I think I needed some time off for my health.

Hope all's well.

Well I talked to Jess at length today and worked a lot of things out. We're only friends, but at least we are close and at peace with eachother again. I still care deeply for her, as I assume she does for me. Things are pretty crazily dramatic here at the Acad but I've grown to appreciate it.
Best of luck everyone,
Zeke

Well, if you met Jess she was pretty damned amazing and I loved her pretty well.
We broke up and she doesn't really like me anymore.
It sucked, it still does, and I haven't been very nice to her as a result so I've compromised my own morals etc. which sucks, but I'm getting back on track and I think that at least I've learned something(s) and had a pretty amazing time while we were together. Hope all is well with everyone else.
~Zeke

I think if I were poisoned by toxic waste, I'd want magical powers similar to the human torch, but wanting to retain credit (the human torch was denied a bankloan), I would want to be able to yell "SHOES ON!" and be instantly pedially protected. Perhaps with some talent develpment even you could evolve your power into different types of shoes depending on the situational hazards you might run into. Need to go undercover in a gay bar? "SHOES ON!" and Bam, purple suede. Hanging on the beach? "SHOES ON!" and bam, a hot pair of thongs to smack their way through the sand. In any case, I'd love to mutter "shoes on" under my breath and freak out staring kids in public places. Plus, you'd never have to buy shoes again. Just watch out for copyright infringement laws, because those corporate lawyers would go to work on you if you were to imitate their logos without permission.

I go to the Indiana Academy... I'm probably one of the cooler kids there... obviously.

hotdoga

Yea so nipples man.... they can sting like a bitch.  And having a raised imprint of two of Ingram's fingers that look like small penae isn't the most fun either.  But being Joe Cool is...

And here's to finally losing any grip on gettin the right amount of sleep!  I'm now tired in the morning, awake at night and napping during the rest of th time.

Prom was amazing.

Well today was absolutely beautiful. It was totally gorgeous outside, unbelievably so. I was all alone. I have plenty of amazing Guy friends (shoutout to Eric Carlson and Tyler Banks) but I was alone. Oh well... six weeks and I'll be loving it in Richmond.