It's a grey, rainy, completely blah day. So, making an entry in the book of Disgustingly Inappropriate Things, I turn up the stereo and blast out "Walking On Sunshine", courtesy of Katrina and the Waves.

Yeeaow! Um Yeah!
I used to think maybe you love me, now baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I go for the mailbox gotta hold myself down
Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're comin' around

Now I'm walking on sunshine
I'm walking on sunshine
I'm walking on sunshine
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good

I used to think maybe you love me now I know that it's true
And I don't wanna spend my whole life just a waitin' for you
Now don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day
I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay

I'm walkin' on sunshine
I'm walkin' on sunshine
I'm walkin' on sunshine
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good

-(short instrumental)-

Walkin' on sunshine
Walkin' on sunshine

I feel alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real
I feel alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real
I'm on sunshine baby
I'm on sunshine baby
I'm walkin' on sunshine
I'm walkin' on sunshine
I'm walkin' on sunshine

And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it and
don't it feel good
Tell me, tell me, tell me again and don't it feel good
And don't it feel good, don't it feel good, don't it feel good
Now don't it feel good
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, yeah, oh yeah

...But it took me a long !@#$ing time to get here. It took a good 42 hours of transit in a number of forms (pretty much everything except planes and bicycles) to get me from Marlboro back home to Evanston. Now before I go any further about the trip, I'd like to talk a bit more about Marlboro. I still stand by what I wrote before, but reading back, it sounds fairly negative. What happened after that post is much, much more positive. Immediately after that last post, I sat in on a fabulous class (Intro to Hinduism and Buddhism), which started getting me acquainted with some of the students, and afterwards I hooked up with my host for the evening, and was swiftly introduced around: "Hey (insert name here), this is the Prospie." Soon I was surrounded by fun people having fun. There was only one tense spot in the evening when I was told they would have to "test my manhood." Somewhat on edge, I followed them down to the basement, where I discovered the instrument of testing: a Nintendo Gamecube, with Mario Kart lying on top of it.

Then i headed home, by a shuttle to a bus to a train to another train then on foot for twenty mintes back to my house for a quick shower before another twenty-minute walk to my philosophy class followed by my play rehearsal then another twenty-minute walk home to finally sit back and be enthusiastically greeted by my dog (read: she peed at my feet), and not-quite-so enthusiastically greeted by my Dad (he was quite happy to see me, but did not pee at my feet).

So glad to be home.

Tunes: "Raining All the Time," Kill Hannah (iTMS); "1985," Bowling For Soup (iTMS).