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Alright, I'm now on vacation in Wisconsin. It's 1:45 AM, there's 90 goddamn people in this house, and I'm being loud just sitting here typing this. I expected just Bryanna's family to be here, but no, two entire other families are here as well. What this means is that I'm wam-bam in the middle of a family circus...chaos everywhere, children screaming in ecstasy and terror...not what I expected. Honestly, I wish I'd have stayed home to hang with the peeps before I get shipped off to Vietnam (Iowa). Apparently some of my cousins are still awake playing Royal Rummy upstairs. I would prefer if they knew their place and realized it's my time to be a bad-ass night owl. Some people just have NO respect.
I want to finally make a list of the shit I have to do within the next week (and who doesn't love a good LIST deadjournal entry? I mean they're so convenient and boring as hell!). Anyway, here goes my stress list:
-Buy computer
-Memorize monologues
-Find out how to obtain books
-Purchase dorm necessities
-Cash in checks
-Start up bank account (errr...I mean I've had one all along...shut up, it's called being sheltered)
-Communicate with Todd "Socrates" Schwartz about what the hell we're putting in our dorm.
-Find out about job opportunities at Iowa.
Okay, I'm sure this is one of many DJ entries I'll write up here in the land of the dangerously cheesy. Now that I'm here, I plan on letting myself really escape for awhile and...just kind of forget my incessant picking-at-myself. Somehow I will have fun. My cousins Tyler, Bryanna, and (sometimes) Tiffany are here...and they're entertaining when they feel like it. I met Tiffany's boyfriend Travis, the one she's living with. He's not the jerk I expected him to be...he was like a very large but shy kind of guy. Nice too, and made me laugh at least once (the peanut gallery is stunned). He's like six foot three and at least 210 pounds. As Mark noted when Travis walked in to the house, "Who let in the bear?" Tiffany will be visiting off-an-on over the next few days since she works all the damn time. I find sometimes I don't have much to talk about with Tiffany since we've become such different people with such different aspirations. Most of the time we can kind of get ourselves back to our goofy, sidewalk-chalking, Ritz-Bitzing selves...one time that's what life was all about. I cannot believe I would eat that many Ritz-Bitz. I love Tiffany so much...she's not much like me, but she's there for me. And I am there for her. Sounds pretty alright to me.
The car ride here was a long one, but I slept quite a bit in addition to answering off trivia questions in the car with Mom, Mark, and my cousin Tyler. The cd player and I got down a lot...I went from Aimee Mann to Kylie Minogue to Til Tuesday to the Carpenters to Alanis Morissette and to my one-of-a-kind cd burn of Madonna remixes. Guess what, fuckers, you will NEVER hear "Deeper and Deeper" the way I hear it. Live with it.
So I'm going to get to bed, I'll be back shortly without a doubt. I miss you guys so much, and I'm thinking you. Love to love you always.
Over the borderline,
Louis.
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