Sou. It is the end of a very long, fulfilling, tiring, enjoyable, yet saddening 5 days... In summation, since I can't find the strength/energy to muster up for details, it was...an experience. Definitely something that I won't be forgetting in a hurry.
So, first off. LAX suuuuuuuuuukcs. like, really really sukcs, I mean it (Orlando airport was SO much better, I mean it. LAX is just damned annoying.) The flight there was rather fun, sat between Kevin Chiu and James. bwahahaha. Perhaps the highlight of that flight was when all THREE of us had our laptops out and were playing our respective games (Kevin, Max Payne 2, James, Silent Hill 3, and yours truly, the tried and true TYRIAN ^.^), and apparently Yolanda woke up at one point, saw us, and thought she was DREAMING. hehe. aside from that, Song airplanes are DAMNED kewl--touchscreens, satellite tv, damn it's KEWL. whew.
After getting to the Orlando airport (where I was subsequently amazed at how much better it was than LAX), we all circled up our luggage and proceeded to wait for the advisors to pick us up with the rental cars and etc. So in the process, we decide to start up a Munchkin game. James teaches us all how to play, and subsequently starts to own everyone in the face. BUT, we happen to get lucky--and so our game draaaaags on for the whole 5-6 hours we were there, and ended up as NO ONE winning -.-;. hahaha, but it was fun. ^.^
A little whiles after we get picked up, we go to Randolph Inn. Not the highest-quality place in the world, but enjoyable nonetheless. Many of us went swimming--yes, even me--and just chilled out for the day before we'd have to start Spaceset work.
Actually got some sleep that night, I think, as in, I can't remember. And on to the next day...
So, saturday rolls around, and so it begins... Off to training sessions, which I sleep through, and then, time to START WORKING! Basically I was head of Ops (Operations), so that meant I got to work with James, Robert and older Toulouse, as well as with the single Carnegie-Vanguard Ops person, Mitchell something-or-other (don't expect me to remember last names). Start off, work work work, go back to Randolph Inn, work work work...etc. This happens the next day too, except Ops actually finishes by then, so I actually get some sleep (read: around 2 hours' worth). Not so for some others; Yvonne got about an hour for both days together, I know other people stayed up very late too and didn't sleep just to get it all together in time. James, he didn't sleep at all, and so in the morning, he kept passing out randomly--literally. He told us later that he just blacked out and couldn't remember anything, and he scared me so much that morning, I practically beat him up later (again) because he totally shrugged it off. Hey, I'm not the one that's losing consciousness left and right, okei? It's very unsettling, especially when he gets all ticked off and starts snapping cuz he's so tired, and makes some people who are very, VERY sensitive to what he does/says very sad and makes them cry...hahahaha. Well, Andrea/Christie's mom beat the crap out of him (almost literally) to get his circulation going--he was sick with a cold at the same time. Woke up in time for our presentation, and I was able to snap out of my miseries to do a moderate (read: bad) job of presenting. whew.
Anyhow...after that, an excruciatingly long 2 hours' wait 'til the announcement of the winners. The India-Texas team, Dougeldyne-Flechtel, won, and I like to try to rationalize their victory with a lot of stuff. Watched Kill Bill Vol. 1 again in this lull, and after that, our entire team went out to a place called Dixie Crossroads, which turned out to be pretty good. Food and fun, regardless of our loss. Back to the Inn, where we spend countless hours playing various forms of Munchkin (James owned the 2 games that I was in, and each took around 2 hours. hahaha). Finally, to sleep, until the next and final day in Florida.
Wake up early...get packed and etc., and then we're off to Universal Studios Orlando. Wait around for an hour for a couple of other teams to show up so we can go with them. Spend an hour and a frickin half waiting in line for the Spiderman ride, which was surprisingly fun (even though it was cheesy, according to James). On to Dueling Dragons...WOW painful. James, Andrea, Christie, and I went onto the Fire Dragon, while everyone else went on the Ice Dragon. heh. It was fun--my second roller coaster, evar. Disregard the fact that I was queasy for the next 2 hours after. T.T... After that, it was around time to leave...so yeah. On to the airport, the nice Orlando one.
On the flight, watch lots of Hellsing--KEWL ANIME! damn. it's dark, but it's good...I LOVE ALUCARD (whatever his name is) ! Excellently kewl powers, reallllllly. I mean it. ^.^ Well, towards the end, I got really depressed. As in, really really depressed. On account of...when I left for Florida, I was able to leave behind all other worries, qualms, negatives, all other obligations for 5 glorious days. No Gateway, no homework, no trig, no thinking/worrying about summer assignment, no thoughts as to how SCREWED I am. I was focused totally and wholly on doing my godsdamned best at Spaceset, and that's what I tried to do. But on the way back...it hit me, very hard, what I would be returning to. My family, in addition to the rest of all the other stuff I'm trying to do, for one. Having to deal with alot more stuff, again... And so the tears flowed steadily, I probably depressed James (I'm sorry...and this is sincere, I mean it...) or something, but he knew why I cried, and he tried to comfort me. So...thanks, James, and please, know that I am truly sorry. It's nothing to many people--just a returning back to the "real world", I suppose, but for me, maybe I'm just weak or something, because I felt as if I would never be happy again (forgive the dementor reference). There's just...so much to do. And I'll be the first to tell you my faults--that I freeze up in overwhelming situations, that I can't stand doing something I hate, and that if I don't have to do something, I won't. So...this is just one of those times. Though I like California and home, I can't help but feel I would've been happier knowing that perhaps I might never have had to return. Well...I hope I'll live through this, because honestly, I feel as though the energy and the life has gone out of me. Though it was just a trip and a lot of work and everything, I can't help the way I feel about it. I guess, this will just be something I have to work through. So...fare thee well, all.
Just to say...
