Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy…

…I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin’ glory…” Idiot Wind –Bob Dylan

My Glorious what a beautiful, rainy, wonderful day it is one of those days that makes you proud to be an American (I don’t know why it just does) I must apologize for my lack of participation in the brotherhood of blogging, its just been kinda hectic here. Today on the other hand was not. I woke up 11:00am (ooh yeah, that’s right) I haven’t been able to sleep that late ever here at Albany but, I dropped my Global Politics class yesterday so, now I can (that wasn’t the reason but, it’s a nice perk) So I got up had lunch and drove down to campus a little early. I parked over in Dutch and headed out to the “Mass Transit” office (11,000 students, I guess mass isn’t an overstatement) to pick up a parking pass for Rachael for next weekend. I am looking forward to next weekend so much, I get to see Rachael & Quinten and they’ll be coming down with me to Plattsburgh to see my Glorious pal Danny Rock and Danielle get married (they grow up so damn fast, you know) right back to my day. After I picked up the pass, I went to the library checked my email and headed to Japanese class. There was no test today!!! I know you say “so what?” we generally have two a week in Japanese class so, lick the underside of my shoe. Sensee came into the room and told us “today is culture day” I thought to myself “so are we going to discuss Super Mario, DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) and Cartoon porn?” No. Instead we played a game kind of like “telephone” you know that classic game you played when you were a kid in first grade, whispering something into someone’s ear and it goes a long a line till the one at the end says the message…well…this was pretty close it was called “Hiragana telephone writing game” (Hey, if you have ever interpreted Japanese before then you would know, they have some stupid literal translations) it went like this Sensee would give a few Hiragana characters to the first person (we were all staring at the opposite wall) and we would have to write the character with our finger on the back of the person in front of you till you get to the end of the line. I was at the end of the line. We got a grand total of Zero points. It was a fun game though then, I visited one of my favorite Pakistani. I think his name is Svek (don’t ask me to pronounce it) I go inside and he says “go out my friend” (It’s a pre-pay gas station) He knows me well enough to know that I do not steal gas so on my word I go out, pump gas, check oil and then go in to pay. A dialog uses transposes itself generally its, “how are you doing my friend” “glorious, just glorious and you” “good, good yes, yes” “going home today” “no not today Sv…(I mumble to let him think I can pronounce my name) tomorrow” this is the same dialog, every time, like a reoccurring dream. I like it though it’s just one of those things knowing that after the conversation in exactly 24hrs. To that moment, I will be going home. I drove back to my dorm, found a nice parking space and walked to my dorm. To find it empty I sat down and two minutes later Ray appeared then, disappeared. He’s a great roommate. Nice, quiet and doesn’t bring his psycho, girlfriend over to have angry sex on his bed, while I am trying to sleep four feet away. I went downstairs, had dinner and did some light reading and Japanese homework. It’s just been such a long week the stress, the worry and now the peace. Peace. God is good.