No, Donny, These Men Are Nihilists

Grind!
Well, I've successfully completed my first week back at school, and I gotta tell you, I'm diggin' it. The classes, I mean; not having to get up for classes that start at say, 8:00 in the morning. That's a bit on the weaker side of things, especially in light of the fact that I have a studio class running 8 hours until 1:00 in the morning. Even so, my classes are immensely enjoyable and I already know I'm going to learn tons from each of them.
I have Advanced Pro Tools on Tuesday morning, and my partner for the semester is one of my teachers, Mr. Biff Blumfumgagne, which is one the raddest things ever. Biff is also my teacher for History of Contemporary Music on Friday, which is gonna be a blast. Talking about music for two hours and listening to stuff I bring to class? Get outta here, that's gonna dominate.
Wednesday is my studio class, where each week we have an honest-to-God studio session with a band, and have to deliver results. Very cool. I am the master of mic determining and placement, and I'm not too shabby with EQ'ing either. It's like I'm already a producer for 8 hours. Unless I'm the runner. Guess what I do then.
Thursday is Business English (at 10:00 AM; yikes!) which is gonna be butt-simple; it's just high school English all over again, right down to the book report due at the end of the semester.
After an hour break, I return for Applied Electronics, which is basically new to me, but I' making great strides, since I already know Ohm's Law and whatnot, so it's actually building circuitry which will be the challenge, but one which I look forward to.
After a two hour break, I finally have Sound Design, which is exactly what it sounds like. We use Reason and Digital Performer (and a couple other programs) to create and manipulate sounds for a multitude of purposes, not the least of which is foley, which I find that I'm awfully good at, and is endlessly fun to do. People go to ridiculous lengths to make sound effects for films, and the pursuit of ridiculity is one of my life's quests, so I'm really digging this class.
I get dropped off at the Dutch Mill Park and Ride at Arby's just off of Stoughton Road, so it's a mile walk from there to MMI, but I enjoy it, and let's face it: anymore, I could use it. It also allows me plenty of time to think of riffs, so I have to start transcribing them once I get to school. Of course, it also allows me to run into Donna McGuire on the 1:15 Van Galder headed for Janesville, so draw your own conclusions.
Voorhees is no more, since the name is taken (I'm pretty sure I'm mentioned this before), as is Loomis, so it looks like we're D.B. Cooper now, and the Shaw is gonna play some bass. We are gonna peel some emo kids' faces off and feed them to hyenas. Mark my words. And this time, Zach and I are intensely discussing the juxtaposition of high-brow aesthetics within grind; we're trying to fuse the visceral with the cerebral, and create challenging music that is consciousness expanding, but at the same time completely annihilates buses full of the elderly. I'm sorry, that analogy was in poor taste. At the same time completely annihilates zeppelins full of Nazis. That's more like it. I think that grind is unfairly treated and slandered quite often, essentially because it is so coruscating and different from any other genre, but I think that vast potential is waiting to be realized with it, and we intend to unlock it.
By the way, just so everyone knows, The Boogeyman is an awful movie, and I'm sure most of you figured that it would be, but I thought I'd give it a chance since it's brought to you by the same folks who made The Grudge. However, as frightening as I found the latter to be, the former was inane, rushed, and moronic. Luckily, I didn't pay for my ticket, so slippi-dee-doo.
Things are awfully good. I'm getting the old sensation I used to get quite often of suddenly awakening in my body and realizing I'm alive for the first time once more, and that's an amazing feeling. I think my epiphany a couple of weeks back is aiding my own progression, and all this bitterness that I harbored for a long time is gone, and I feel more complete as a result. I dare say I've made to Level 20 Secret Ninja now, so everyone bear that in mind, especially you bugbears and dark mages out there. I will wrath you.
I talked to Shawn two nights ago, which was pretty sweet, especially considering the fact that we hadn't spoken for... oh, I don't know... roughly 2 years! Sheesh. I saw him today when I attempted to donate at BioLife, and he was blond! What happened, Shawn?! Oh well, I'll be seeing him again; hopefully we'll buy some Fresca sometime soon at Count Dracula's behest. (Wow, that won't make any sense if you're not in on that joke.)
In short, Awesomeness all around. All of you- have marvelous weekends, and be excellent to one another.

Love,
Ian

P.S. Aliens is potentially the greatest movie ever. "That's great, man, why don't we just put her in charge?!?!" Hudson rules, man! And aliens?! Get out of here! If you were an alien at a subway, no one would mess with you! I wish I had acid spit. "Why can't that be me?"
P.P.S. You're all getting an exposition on Atlantis sometime very soon... be prepared...
P.P.P.S. The chicken at China Town Buffet isn't chicken!!!!!!!
P.P.P.P.S. Wow, that's really getting obnoxious.