Coming home

I drove 730 miles last night with my 1990 toyota camry. Fucking car has got some nuts considering it can put up with at least 144,000 miles to this day. I was tired, stressed out, just wanted to crash!! So I walked to my room and then all of a sudden, I ran into my summer RA. He told me that I had to pack up my shit asap, and get the hell out! I was like fuck that, dude! Number one, Res life knows i have a couple more weeks staying here and number two, he didn't even talk to the hall director about this whole situation. Linden hall is no summer dorm, but I signed up with the hall-stay program cuz the hot water is shut off at the dorm that I have to move to across campus. Guy fucking didn't even know how the hall-stay program worked! He's like 'duh, hot water shut off at oak? i didn't hear about that?' Man, what chaps my ass is he's the RA and should know what is going on. So I go downstairs, knocked on the hall director's door, and told her I was informed that I needed to leave asap by the RA. She was pissed beyond belief about it, so I got til June 1st here, and it's going to be stressfree for awhile! ! Yea, so anyway, the drive home was hell. Kept worryin about my car blowing up, being that it is 15 years old, traveling all those miles. Goddamned, I think i'd kill myself if i took the iowa route. But I drove thru rockford from champaign, to madison, wi and basically stayed on I-94 to the twin cities. Bemidji from the Twin Cities is even one hell of a drive. It was going good until I hit a detour in Akeley, Minnesota. Put more miles on my car and I was freaked out the whole way from there, even though Bemidji is only 40 miles away from Akeley. What is with road construction anyway? No matter the good job they do, they have to work on the same goddamned road three years later...I'll get back to road construction on a different blog. Anywho, I had a good time at Champaign getting drunk and stupid for a few days, and to escape the world. played bass and came up with some great bass melodies! I still got it!! Scott's the friend who lives down there and is my best friend. Good guitar player, and a genuine-no bullshit guy. Great friend to have. Hell, if I catch Scott having sex with my wife down the road, I'd still love the guy to death.