Another Typical Day

As I was laying down last night, I couldn't decide when I wanted to wake up this morning. I knew that getting up at 12 would be too late, because I needed to freshen up my studies for today's midterm in sound design. Of course, 11 didn't sound too bad, but wasn't going to be a lot of sleep, as I usually prefer 8 hours to function right the next day. Neither of which really mattered, because I woke up at 10:30 this morning, sick as a damn dog.

I have felt ill all day. Not weak or anything serious, just really upset stomach, even for me. I didn't get the 8 hours of sleep I require either. Not a great start to my day!

-The Longest, Short Test Ever!!!

I had my exam first thing today. And I knew that I would get out early, which worked perfectly because I had to go to the park at 5 PM to meet my other professor for a field trip. I knew that if I could get the test done, get home, grab a small meal, and get down Spring St before traffic go too bad, I'd be ok.

Unfortunately that isn't how it ended up. My professor is possibly the longest winded individual I have ever met. When I got to class, there was a kid from his previous class still in the room, and he was sitting at my usual spot. So I acted like a nice guy and just sort of hovered until he finished doing his work. Well, he kept staying, and it went well into our class time, but my professor didn't seem to care. Then, when the kid was finally done, he turned to my professor and begun to strike a conversation with him. This went on for 20 or 25 minutes, and i started to get annoyed. I wanted to get the test over with and get out, not to mention my feet were starting to tire.

Finally, the kid leaves and I think we're going to start the test, but no. The man is also the easiest person to distract I've ever seen. Two guys in my class, who didn't know we were having a test today, managed to distract my professor for just under an hour of the class. First it was random questions about projects, then they got off on some tangent about movies, and finally it lead to one guy asking about black holes. It grew more and more obvious he was avoiding the damn test.

An hour and a half into the class, I finally get the damn test, and end up rushing over it. I find several tricky questions that do exactly what they are supposed to, and confused the hell out of me. My professor is like the really old, really weird guy who sits in a dark room all day, reading random books filled with vast knowledge of the world, and goes to work just so he can confuse people into picking the wrong answer, and then points and laughs at those people and tells them how awesome he is because he knows the real answer. Basically, he's Alex Trebek.

Where does SCAD get these guys?

-Are We There Yet?-

As I'm leaving the school, I text Richard to see if he was going to go to the park with me, like he has said on Monday. To my surprise, he responded rather quickly, but with the bad news that he was stuck at his parent's house. "No problem," I thought to myself. I called Matt to see what he was doing, and if nothing else, he could drop me off, so I wouldn't have to deal with finding a parking lot and paying out the ass for it. He says he's going to take a nap and then he'll let me know (they grow old, so fast).

Frustrated, and ready to stab myself in the eye, I turn to my one last hope. I call Adam and see if he wants to go, or if he'd drop me off. He asks me to wait until I got home and then he'd decide. I get home, he says he's hungry, and that we'd eat, and then he'd decide. Of course I agree to the plan, because I haven't eaten all day and I'm starved. We go out to eat, I get sick yet again, and Adam decides he's not going after all of it.

I rush back home, wake Matt's sorry ass up, and tell him to take me to the park. He slowly gets to his feet and gets dressed, we get all the way out to my car, and he realizes that he can just give me the cash to pay for a parking spot, just so he doesn't have to go. With a heavy heart and a headache the size of Texas, I take the money and proceed to drive myself to the damn park to meet with my professor.

By now, it's late, I'm sick to my stomach, there is a wreck that is holding up the already thick afternoon traffic, and I can't find a parking lot that costs less than $20. How awesome for me, considering I only have $15 on me. So I have to drive around the park in a giant, clusterfucked loop, to try and find a parking space. Finally I find one that is $10 and make my way inside. Turns out, there are two events going on in the park today, besides this little 6 person class meeting, so all the parking is jacked up and everything is busy as fuck.

I walk three blocks to the park, walk halfway across it to find the meeting spot, and finally come to half of my classmates who are standing around confused. Around 15 minutes pass before my professor comes walking up, just as confused. We all admit to it being too busy and not knowing about the two big events. My professor walks us around and talks about the plaques, memorials, and road signs that were put together for the park in 1996, and talks in depth about the layout and font used. This lasts for what seemed like forever, before he finally turned a corner, and revealed the meeting spot once more.

He looks at his watch and gasps, before letting us go and telling us to have an awesome early afternoon. I look down in surprise as well. It's only 6:05. I fought with my friends on driving me there, fought the traffic to get there, and then fought with idiot pedestrians to find a parking lot...just so I could walk around for about 45 minutes and talk about Helvetica. I was happy and pissed, all at once. At least I was free to go home and move on with my weekend, sweat soaked clothes and all.

-Is Yo Berfday!-

When I get home, I learn of plans to go out to eat. I don't like the plans, because I have food that needs to be cooked and I've already eaten out once today. But then I discover that it's Adam's birthday and that we're going out to celebrate. So of course I agree to it.

We went to a really nice BBQ place, got super stuffed, had lots of left overs, and managed to have a pretty good time. Adam unfortunately has to struggle with having fun and finishing his work that is due tomorrow afternoon. Either way, he's pulling another all nighter...on his birthday...poor guy...

-What Are We Going To Do? I Dunno-

When we get back from eating, I find myself exhausted, sleepy, and full of food. Naturally, all I really want to do is go into my room and unwind; maybe listen to music and photoshop some more. Matt and Richard are sitting around, asking everyone what they are going to do, which leads to us all making plans to do something together. I know how this game ends, I've seen it a hundred times before.

Instead of waiting for us to lose an hour of the evening, sitting around, shooting each other's ideas down, I jumped to the point and said "make a decision!" It worked, sort of. Richard and I wanted to watch Cyborg, a cheesy 1989 Jean Claude Van Damme movie that neither of us had ever seen, but bought on dvd cause it was super cheap. Matt of course hated the idea, and wanted to play Magic until our eyes bled (shocking, I know). I would have done that, but I wanted to watch this more.

To my surprise, Richard stood his ground, and put the movie in while Matt just shook his head and grumbled. Halfway through it, Matt ran off to bed (cause he's an old fart) and left me alone to rot in the mindless action left over from the late 80's. I love JCVD. He's my action man of choice, but this film was absolutely horrible. My brain felt so fucked after I saw this crazy film, all I could do was stumble into my room and suck my thumb.

Thankfully it's over and I can say I've seen it, but I will never waste my time watching it again. JCVD has made a massive assortment of movies in the past twenty years, some bad, some good, and I plan to watch all of them. I can only hope he doesn't have anything that can top this movie in outrageousness. I don't think my brain could handle it. At least I still have the original Street Fighter movie to make everything better, right?

~Jman