It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t updated my website for quite a long time. I plan on posting a thing or two about why I’m such a non-posting loser later, but until then, I’ll continue to show that I’m a loser by spending my Friday night posting to my blog rather than out partying or something.
For those of you that may not have heard, I spent the summer doing a fantastically boring job – evaporating water. It wasn’t at all interesting, though I’m sure I’ll still write a detailed post on it later, but the good thing about the job was that I got to go home and see my family and friends. On the other hand, it also left me facing a long roadtrip back to Georgia.
I didn’t mind the idea of the trip too much. I mean, sitting in the car by myself driving 12 hours straight, two days in a row, isn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but it’s livable. I was about ready to go, got all packed and had my foot out the door when suddenly I was being asked if my sister could join me for the trip. Suddenly, it wasn’t just me sitting in the car. I had a copilot, and, even better, my copilot had a better music selection for the trip.
So we got under way, and started toward Denver. The drive was pretty much uneventful the first night. That night we stayed in a hotel that was 3 days old, so our room had never been checked into. It had this nice, new hotel smell.
The next morning we got to drive through the wonderfully boring state of Kansas. We passed on the major tourist attractions (corn fields) since we wanted to get as far as we could the first day. Alyssa was miffed we didn’t stop to see the 800 pound prairie dog, but I made up for it by buying her a vanilla frosty.
As we travelled further, just past St. Louis, we found a killer storm waiting for us. The kind where your windshield wipers can’t go fast enough and cars in front of you are playing slip and slide. We decided to call it a night with that. The next day we planned on getting all the way to Atlanta, which we did quite uneventfully.
We decided to celebrate our arrival with pizza. I called up Pizza Hut and was put on hold for about 45 minutes. When I finally got a chance to talk to someone, I was lucky enough to find out that I had in fact called the wrong Pizza Hut. So then I called the one I was supposed to call. Luckily, they didn’t have to put me on hold some more. In fact, they were able to deliver my order in less time than I was on hold.
All in all, it was a pretty boring trip, just like I expected it to be in the first place, with the sole exception being that someone else was sitting in the car. Sunday morning I pulled onto Georgia Tech campus, got a parking pass and my room key, and moved my stuff in. It almost felt like coming home, which is weird, because that’s exactly what it felt like when I got home from Georgia Tech.
I even got the chance to feel like I was coming back for class since I took my roommate’s classes for him (he was in Alaska fishing). I actually have a work semester, my job starts this coming Monday. That’s good, because I wouldn’t want to take Tom’s classes for more than a week. I’m so glad I don’t have to take proofs again. That would make me sad.
