R&R railroad

These two weeks off from school have been so awesome. I'm very relaxed. And it feels good. I've been playing Wii, Guitar Hero, and especially my old GameCube stuff. I pulled out Paper Mario: TYD and have been working extensively on that. I stopped playing it mostly cause of ridicule from my roommates. Whatever. I'm out of here in 2 weeks, so they can do/think/say whatever they want. I can't wait for Berkeley. This is gonna be so awesome. I'm going up with my mom cause she wants to see San Fran, and frankly this is the best excuse she could possibly think of for a reason to go. Then I'll be at Berkeley doing Math research and mooching for food. Maybe I can work on the Supernova behavior group, though as an engineer the materials science processes with eigenvalues might be more appropriate. I wish I knew who the other people were. At least my roommate there or something. After all, there'll be 6 weeks of smelly socks and derivatives on the floor. I can't say how lucky I got freshman year to get Dan as my random roommate. He's so awesome. I wished he could come down to Tucson sometime before I left, but he'll be in San Fran doing his film workshop the same time I'll be over there, so that'll be cool. I gotta remember to take a flash drive with my music on it since I don't have an MP3 player. And headphones.

But yesterday's barbecue was soooooo good. Burgers, hot dogs, and a not so tender steak. yummy. I hate when my folks just talk about work and politics and how fucked up the world is. They try and ask me on my opinion, but I usually have very little to say.

The only thing that makes me sad about leaving for Berk is I'm gonna miss my cousin's graduation from ITT. Since I missed his high school graduation and he made it to mine, I just always wanted to make it to his graduation from ITT. But, sigh, stuff happens. Tony is my brother for all practical purposes. We've only grown up together. My mom likes to remind us of Tony's inquiries when I was little. "When's he gonna start talking?" And then after I learned words and such, "When's he gonna stop talking?" But I've always looked up to him, not cause he's always been 2 inches taller than me, but he always seems to know what he wants and what he's doing. Me, I'm just the clumpball of chaos standing next to him. He's always been there for me, and it feels like I'm never there for him. But enough moping. Listening to Linkin Park tends to make you do that. BUT THE NEW ALBUM IS SO FRICKIN AWESOME! Get it. Got it? Good.

And I got my old calculator back. Yay! That thing helped get me to D.C. back in 8th grade. I owe Sparky big time.