A Concise Summary of Today's Events
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Today started out about the same as any other day, except it was three hours earlier than usual, and instead of waking to the incessant beeping of the alarm of my clock, I awoke to the incessant beeping of the smoke detector. No, there wasn't a fire; apparently, the electricity went out in the Jester dorm and this caused the fire detectors to beep: the creators of the fire code felt the need to require all smoke detectors to remind you every six seconds that they unpowered, as if you could do anything about it. So I was pretty stuck laying there awake until the power returned and the constant beeping receded back to the hell abyss from which it came. Surely now that I had overcome this small challenge, I could return to dreaming that I was the Hamburgular, molesting Ronald McDonald and stealing happy meals. WRONG. In the spirit of this bureacratic obsession with unnecessary reminders, my resident assistant knocked loudly on my room to tell me that the power had gone out. I stared blankly at her for a few moments before grumbling and shutting the door; it seemed that there would be no hamburgarling for me this Monday morning.
With the reminders finally gone, however, I was able to go back to sleep; a few hours later, I awoke, feeling refreshed, and I proceeded to go about my morning routine as I usually do. I went to my physics class, during which I attempted to use physical principles to determine how it is that a single professor can produce so much sweat. Afterwards, calculus, lunch and government, where I experienced my usual battle to stay awake. Along the way to classes, I managed to capture a few exciting UT sightings with my digital camera, a few of which I have posted for your viewing pleasure. After classes, I went to Caitlin's room to give her the book we need to read for class back, where she attempted to force me to go to so French dance; I had to communicate effectively to her that I was not interested in going to the dance, and while some might say punching her in the throat was in excess, I felt the need to be firm in my refusal. After that I headed to the gym for my usual round of flailing around wildly in the Gregory weight room for my cardio. Then dinner, scrumptious cafeteria food at Jester; physics and calculus homework, the usual round of (unnecessarily) frustrating problems; and now here I am, posting a concise summary of today's events to you, the enthralled reader.
I will leave it at this point, and bid thee farewell; the prospect of Hamburgularing in McDonald's land is calling to me like the singing of the sirens, and I must heed its call.
Today started out about the same as any other day, except it was three hours earlier than usual, and instead of waking to the incessant beeping of the alarm of my clock, I awoke to the incessant beeping of the smoke detector. No, there wasn't a fire; apparently, the electricity went out in the Jester dorm and this caused the fire detectors to beep: the creators of the fire code felt the need to require all smoke detectors to remind you every six seconds that they unpowered, as if you could do anything about it. So I was pretty stuck laying there awake until the power returned and the constant beeping receded back to the hell abyss from which it came. Surely now that I had overcome this small challenge, I could return to dreaming that I was the Hamburgular, molesting Ronald McDonald and stealing happy meals. WRONG. In the spirit of this bureacratic obsession with unnecessary reminders, my resident assistant knocked loudly on my room to tell me that the power had gone out. I stared blankly at her for a few moments before grumbling and shutting the door; it seemed that there would be no hamburgarling for me this Monday morning.
With the reminders finally gone, however, I was able to go back to sleep; a few hours later, I awoke, feeling refreshed, and I proceeded to go about my morning routine as I usually do. I went to my physics class, during which I attempted to use physical principles to determine how it is that a single professor can produce so much sweat. Afterwards, calculus, lunch and government, where I experienced my usual battle to stay awake. Along the way to classes, I managed to capture a few exciting UT sightings with my digital camera, a few of which I have posted for your viewing pleasure. After classes, I went to Caitlin's room to give her the book we need to read for class back, where she attempted to force me to go to so French dance; I had to communicate effectively to her that I was not interested in going to the dance, and while some might say punching her in the throat was in excess, I felt the need to be firm in my refusal. After that I headed to the gym for my usual round of flailing around wildly in the Gregory weight room for my cardio. Then dinner, scrumptious cafeteria food at Jester; physics and calculus homework, the usual round of (unnecessarily) frustrating problems; and now here I am, posting a concise summary of today's events to you, the enthralled reader.
I will leave it at this point, and bid thee farewell; the prospect of Hamburgularing in McDonald's land is calling to me like the singing of the sirens, and I must heed its call.
posted by Jonathan Starr at 12:50 AM
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