Okay, okay...I'm updating my diary. After a less then friendly reminder (with my name underlined and in bold if you can believe it) I'm updating my diary thing. I still feel weird saying it's a diary because I think it's like a journal thing or something, but anyway. I finally caught up on the sleep that I missed for the fraternity stuff I did last week. It took me a couple days of like, staying away until noon and then sleeping until six and then dealing with not being tired at night. All that fun stuff, stuff that wouldn't be an issue if I lived in a city that didn't shut down at midnight...that's kind of a downer. I'm out of here on May 1st, and what I'm trying to do is hook up with somebody by that time. I'm legitimately trying this time because I'm not going through another summer of being single, and Canada is oh-so-close to my house. I could see not hooking up with someone last year because I had work to focus on, but there's always the possibility that's getting more and more probable, that I'll be on strike this summer. So the idea of sitting at my house with nothing else to do, nobody who I've hooked up with, no way to kill time, and my family around me 24/7 is seriously bordering on insanity. The NCAA thing is winding down, but I'm happy to say that MY team is still in it. I went with Duke in the beginning, and I'm sticking with them. I mean, to be fair, I also went with 15 other teams, and none of them got out of the Elite Eight...so it's not like I have a lot to brag about. If Duke is going to win it though, I have like, $100 to win, which would be really sweet because I have a lot of stuff to pay off now with the fraternity thing over with and them needing me to pay them. The only thing I hate about the NCAA thing is that every other guy I know up here is way too obsessed about it. I mean, they are not the 6th man on the court, I hate to break it to them, but the function of most men in this world is this: you are a machine for turning beer into piss. I mean, it's weird when they say "We won!" No...no...YOU didn't win anything. 12 black guys who would hate you if they knew you, won. I'm going home for the first time in a month and a half, so that should be fun. I'm going home for two reasons: I need a haircut and theres no good place to get one up here, and also it's Easter, so I figure I should make an appearance at home just to kinda see what's going on. Anyway, I'm going to get going, since it's midnight and I've yet to have my first meal of the day, I'm a little hungry. Before I go though, after reading someone's away message (Erin) I'm just gonna say to, ya know...chill. I figured the track thing would get to you, but it's not like it's a bunch of all-stars you're running with. It's people from Center Line, who would lose a track meet if the other team was from the special olympics. (Generalization, I know, but you gotta admit, I'm onto something). Anyway, I'm outta here.