And I stay true to my subject line...chugging redbulls gets me through the day. Especially today..need to finish the essay that I only half finished yesterday, and then hit the books on History of London today, and then dedicate the rest of the weekend to Finance. Doesn't look like much, but believe me, it is.
As I said, yesterday was spent at Bedford trying to work on my essay..though we all know procrastination took over. I guess two and a half pages out of five wasnt too bad..though in reality I should have finished it. Whatever though, its gonna get done today. After I came home, I chilled for a bit with the jew crew and the two rats, John and Amanda..who all decided it was their life mission to straighten my hair out with a straightening iron..man its really long. Too long. No worries though, it will be cut by the time next Sunday arrives (One week till I come home, bitches)..and then I was given a faux hawk...needless to say I immediately washed that shit out of my hair, and came home and slept. When I woke up however...I was thinking to myself...where in the world is Randeep? Well...dude never came home last night, and as soon as I opened my bedroom door, he was opening the main door to come in and pass out in bed..mind you, this is around 6:45 in the morning..beautiful. Me, I was dead tired from doing absolutely nothing, and passed out early in the night, as opposed to risking a broken nose at Printworks. Gotta stay away from the booze for the next week anyway, do a little bit of detoxing before I get home, as it will probably be 3 months of teetotalling and bringing that whole internal balance thing down..or whatever.
Random fact..with only a week left, I JUST figured out that you can open our windows the whole way, as opposed to only a little...that would have saved us alot of trouble this past week as its been absolutely burning in our apartment, and we've all been sweating bullets. Oh well, leave them open for the next week I suppose..along with the one in my bedroom so that I don't have to shed the blanket in the middle of the night. Anyway..
Been listening to a lot of music lately that I've missed since I got my computer stolen..obviously I can't download whole albums, but I can get away with getting some songs and then transferring them to my external. This Pimp C song that I have playing is crazy, definitely will be blasting loud when I finally burn it onto a cd and get to play it in the good old Volvo. Reminds me of a long, fast drive in the blazing hot sun on the way to beach. Damn I can't wait to hit the beach up...The next mix which gets made is going to be ridiculous, and will keep me through for the first month of summer, getting me to an from work, and all sorts of places.
Speaking of driving..I absolutely cannot wait to drive again. Never have I gone so long without driving since I got my learner's permit 4 and a half years ago...damn, was it really that long ago?..hmm..Anyway..first thing to do is wash the car, and clean out the trunk (finally) so that I can perhaps get a little subwoofer action in there, and get out all of the shit that has been in there since senior year of high school..which I no longer need, or care to have in my presence. Not to mention I'll need to adjust the damn drivers seat...I know I complain about this alot, but it's a serious thing. Haha..
Little Kathleen Deadrick has taken it upon herself to come to the UK with Mama Deadrick on the day I leave, which is kind of weird in an ironic way..would have been great if both of them came up while I was here, but I guess sending her an email of what to do will suffice (Kate, don't worry the email is on its way...or will be by the time you leave). The whole touristy thing is okay, but theres alot more to do...but who am I kidding I didn't really do much this semester.
It's hard to imagine that it has almost been exactly a year since my sacred thread ceremony..its been on me so long already that I feel I've had it on forever, and its really difficult to imagine a time when it wasn't on me. I guess thats how you're supposed to feel or whatever. As religious as I am, sometimes I feel that these things that are just symbolic don't do the sprituality any justice. To many, what I wear is just a piece of string around my chest...and sometimes I feel that way too..but then sometimes I don't...anyway, Im rambling on and on..but I guess the point is that that day seems like ages ago. I was actually looking at pictures of it the other day..and I look so ridiculously different...not to mention how tired I look..to be perfectly honest, I don't remember much of that day..I know what I did, but I don't know why I was doing it, or who was around me..it was such a rush..having a huge party the night before, and having mostly everyone spend the night at our place, with me on the basement couch with a bunch of friends around me..having to wake up at 4 AM, shower and shave, and then head over to the temple by 5:30, and not being able to come home until 4 PM that day..then just passing out for the next 3 hours. And then waking up and looking around and saying to myself...is it really over? I mean..in all actuality, I essentially got "married" that day, to the thread..and according to my parents, it was just as stressful a day as a real wedding would be. Wow. Then the weird feeling it was when I looked at myself in the mirror with the thread around me, and how I felt more that it just got in my way when I was doing every day things (something which will never go away)...and then seeing myself with gold earrings on, and just the overall connection with generations past. But, that was a year ago, as I said..and perhaps it's best left as a memory, as opposed to going through the whole thing again...the next time something of that proportion goes down will be own wedding...man..as I was looking at those pictures..my parents aged a whole lot in that one day. Neither of them got any sleep, and they were doing it all for me. It really hits you...
I'll soon be starting on my second real summer at APL, but my fourth summer overall. I've learned a lot there..and have met some people who have taught me things that I'll never learn in school...not to mention the damn office politics that even drag in clueless 19 year olds, who then get yelled at by their boss. That shit definitely isn't happening this year. I'm sitting quiet in my office, doing my own thing, putting in mad output and getting my money and getting the hell out of there. I'm a grown ass man, I have better things to do than mess around with that shit. Definitely continuing the trend of dressing one up on everyone, since I got some slack for my relaxed attitude towards office attire at the beginning of last summer. Take that, bitches.
I guess the whole point of this..random entry which is going in circles, is that I know now what I value at home, and just back in the US in general. Sure when I leave here I won't be able to just walk to any bar back home and order a pint of Landlord, or Guinness Extra Cold, and I won't be talking proper London speak, but..you know what? That's perfectly fine. It's been an experience..one which will never be forgotten..it has had its very large ups, and its very large downs, and not much in between, but...as I said--thats fine. I realize how much I miss the little things about Maryland, New York, everything. From using my cell phone to the grid system in cities to the drive from 301 to 3 to 32 West to 29 to APL Drive, and then back, and most especially making the drive from my place to Sarah's in 15 minutes. I'm all ready. Well I still need to pack.
I've been going on and on about how long my hair is...well here are a few pics from my birthday..and see how out of control it is.
On an end note:
We do it big in every state.