no sign of aliens or nazis...disappointment ensues.

so according to a bunch of partially insane, completely uncredible sources, the Denver International Airport is supposed to be home to all kinds of weird, cultish iconography, definitely involving racial supremacist rhetoric and information about aliens, and possibly information on the Colonel's secret chicken recipe, how they get jelly into donuts, and what makes those dryer sheet impart such a lovely smell to your clothes.

well, i just spent a comprehensive 45 or so minutes checking out nooks and crannies of various parts of the airport and didn't find anything but a bunch of off-brand fast food stores, a lot more bathrooms than are necessary, and that if you walk with headphones in, the dude driving the luggage cart will run your ass down with no mercy. granted, i didn't go through any of the really cool looking doors on account of not wanting to wake up in PMITA prison tomorrow, and my laptop/manbag is extremely heavy so walking is a bit of a chore anyway.

now i'm blogging from the gate because my only other choice for passing the time is obviously playing starcraft, and i think even my exceptional weirdness is not up to playing starcraft in public on my laptop. the drive up to spokane, as always, was interesting. we were having windshield problems, so we actually ended up having to strategically drive in the wake of semi trucks constantly so that the spray they kicked up would wet the windshield and allow the wipers to work. otherwise, things have gone off without a hitch, including getting my guitar, microphones, and laptop through security. we'll see how many pieces they're in when i get them back before i pass my final judgment.

i somehow managed to finish all my portfolios before leaving, despite the fact that i collected them on monday and left this morning. crazy. i basically graded for about 50 straight hours, with 2-3 hours of sleeping in there somewhere, and in that time also finished typing, printing, and mailing all my grad school applications. then last night, i was so hyped up from mainlining caffeine for two days that i fell asleep at the ripe old hour of 6am and was awakened by richard at 930 via telephone. then i didn't sleep on the plane. apparently, i don't need to sleep anymore. it's actually mostly pretty cool, except it's sort of like being drunk in that i keep having ideas that seem completely wonderful to me, but obviously aren't to anyone else, which has led me to start saying and doing things i will likely regret when i stop to think about it. also, i have the emotional stability level of a 14 year-old.

waaaaah. give me stuff!

boooo. leave me alone!

the world is misery/beautiful! let me stay out till 10 or i hate you!

those kinds of things.

it concerns me that i did not sleep on the plane. plane-sleeping is my personal substitute for sex. when i don't get any plane-sleep, i get bitchy, mostly because i know that plane-sleep won't happen again for like a year. actually, this metaphor is cooler than i thought...

my students are going to get better grades than some of them likely deserve: i know i graded high this time, but for some reason couldn't stop myself...i suppose it's better to go high than go low.

really excited about the show coming up. really excited by the idea of sleeping for a full eight hours tonight and then waking up, figuring out where the hell i am, eating, and then trying to figure out a little bit of what the fuck has happened to me since april. i will also play lots of starcraft and possibly watch movies. i will plan my classes for next semester, maybe go subway spelunking in rochester, and maybe even turn into a jet like that badass decepticon in transformers. hells yeah.

i still have an hour until my flight. might be back later.