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Hey there, beautiful peeps and peepstresses. Gonna be quick today, but I'm all burnin' to update because of the uncharacteristically honkytonk mood I'm in. Actually, let's face it, it's because I'm listening to the Dixie Chicks. Whatever, it happens.
But guess what, I'm under the gun this entry because in just a few short hours I'm going with Alyssa to visit Rachel in Grinnell. Already I bought necessary preparations (meaning Wheat Thins, Chex Mix, and two bottles of Propel). I plan to be a giant sassbucket the whole time I'm at Grinnell. I'm thinking I'll be feared. Surely the Grinnellians will be paralyzed in awe at my... knowledge of game show history. Fine, maybe I'll just be nice. You don't know me. Alyssa and I really haven't gone over the directions to get to Grinnell, but surely my merciless sense of direction and panache at all things road-related will get us there. What I really mean is that when Alyssa asked me for directions, I said "I-80 East" instead of west. Guys, that's the one road you have to take to get to Grinnell, and I suggested going the wrong way on it. I might be home in time for Thanksgiving.
Let's see, the world of the DI is as bouncing as ever. I just got two big stories published this week, one about the abysmal play I saw last weekend and one about an upcoming workshop play. I guess I'll be getting my first check soon, so that's kind of relieving. Nothing like an extra six bucks to help pay for half a Starbucks run. Good God, I better have a kickass job next summer. Like Jim's kickass 300-dollar-a-week job. Anyhoo, I have like three full seasons to go before I have to deal with any of that. Which reminds me, it is so the beginning of fall right now. Slowly things are getting chillier, and I even thought today it was cool enough out to wear my fancy-fun leather coat. When I arrived back at my dorm and had to peel the jacket off myself, I realized I may have erred in my decision. Autumn is always a strange time for me... it's a weird combination of realizing just how much school is still ahead, how much that only colder weather is on the horizon, and also the advent of cozier, indoors occasions. It really is about time we said goodbye to summer... the super-warm weather reminds me of sitting outside Chipain's, and that shit is over a month ago now. Fall used to mean things like spirit week in high school and yearbook-getting time, but now it's more like... the time of schoolyear where you see more drunk people in downtown Iowa City than you ever will at any other time. It is magical that way. Also... I don't even know, fall is the time when everyone settles in and settles down, and the full transition out of summer is complete. It's a much more hoodie-and-jeans vibe. Not a hundred percent sure what I look forward to about this season so much... other than I like Starbucks a lot in the fall. Okay, I'll be honest, I just can't wait for Chistmas season. Don't even get me started on how much I love giant mall Christmas trees and Starbucks in winter. I admit it's disturbing how much my appreciation of seasons is mainly due to Starbucks being involved. In the end, I'm hoping for a whimsical but enlightening fall with some occasional ridiculousness to laugh at with my homies. So ready to get on board.
Last night, after a Technology & Society review session (that my crush pathetically didn't attend, the bastard), I went back to my room and got on AIM just like a respectful young procrastinator, and suddenly I was IMed by a guy with an unpronounceable screenname... he told me his name was Brent and that "I sounded interesting". He was so right. Eventually we met up to go for a walk, and any weird suspicion I had of being cornered and killed by the IMU was thrown aside when Brent turned out to be a polite, social dude who had been to India. Imagining myself in India is difficult... as I understand that, they don't have Best Buys there. That may just be a rumor. Anyway, walked around with him for awhile and eventually sat down to talk... he's certainly very intelligent. I went and talked to Alyssa for a little while at Java House, and we busted each others guts laughing about everything in each other's lives. Molly Gallentine and her boyfriend were there too... and we also had to drop by Bart at Sports Column. Then I went back home, and I had a couple interesting conversations (besides the always sassy ones with Sarah and Kimmie) with Jen Neve and Jennifer Sturm from work. Only got seven hours of sleep, which is a bummer the day before I hang out with Rachel, but oh well. I ran into Phil today, and he said the kickball game previously scheduled for Friday was rescheduled for Sunday. That totally does not work with the plan I mapped out for Rachel's stay here. I guess we'll just have to spread our badassness to the less fortunuate somewhere else. And we are definitely getting real, un-Burgey food.
Anyway, gotta get ready to go... I have a shitload of tests and papers coming up. A Tech exam on Monday, an Ethics paper on Thursday, a test in Theatre the following Monday, and a suicide somewhere in the middle of it all. Check your papers! Love you guys, thanks for listening up... we are once again jumping into uncharted territory and fanning ourselves as the excitement sets in. Wahoo, y'all. Let's roll.
Love to love you bayyy-bee, xoxo,
Louis.
P.S. As if I could resist posting PT's last couple brilliant away messages.
"THEY SHOULD HAVE NEVER GAVE YOU NIGGAS MONEY!!!!!"
"PT: dam it is soo fucking hot in my house
Brilliant PT acquaintance: that sucks nigga man put some ice on your nuts"
What a jokester! Did I forget to mention I heard PT's going to be in Iowa City this weekend? Lord help us all... to get handjobs.
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