Awesome Tuesday Night through Wednesday Evening Adventures
Welcome back to the blog. Things are going well here, which is in part why I'm writing this blog. I don't trust my own skills at writing tragedy yet, so until I learn how to be a tragedian, every time I write it's safe to assume things are going well.
It's been a pretty awesome twenty four hours for me, not as intense as a day may be for Jack Bower though (I thwart far fewer terrorists schemes on average than he does). My exciting day yesterday began with six of us piling into my minivan to go down to Seattle to watch a concert (fiction family). Things started with a bang right from the beginning when I realised as we were leaving (already in the car) that I had forgotten to hand in my assignment for the class I was missing. So I jumped out of the car and sprinted to the library and emailed it off with lightning speed, which at the time I thought quite necessary, but unbeknownst to me, we would arrive at the venue with two hours spare.
The concert was amazing! I went for Jon Foreman (lead singer of switchfoot) and I don't think anybody could have been disappointed. I also had some delectable fish and chips which I shared with a friend, which was a bad idea, because they were really too good to share. The downside to all of this was that we got back onto campus late, around 2am(ish), and I had to wake up around 7-8am(ish). I say ‘7-8' because I woke up at 7, and then again at 8:15. I awoke at such an ungodly hour because I had a midterm later that morning, my first of the year, which required my immediate attention. Just in case you're worried (like if you happen to be my parents) the midterm went well, piece of cake, no worries.
And so I thought that after my midterm my adventures would be over, but I was mistaken. I went at 3pm to the library to start a new book (a tale of two cities by Dickens) thinking I would be able to make a sizeable dent in it. Ever since I took a speed reading course a week ago I've motoring through novels, which has been great. What hasn't been great is this eye twitch I've developed when reading...and it hasn't gone away for like four days... but that's another story. So I was reading, and twitching, in the library for half an hour when the need for a little repose caught the better of me and I nodded off right then and there in the chair. That's no issue, that happens all time. What doesn't happen all the time, is sleeping in that chair for four hours strait. I woke up at 7:30pm when a kind friend of mine was throwing balls of paper at my head. Wow - what an adventure!
Well, that's about it for my story. It was wild, it was fun, it was reckless (at times too reckless...the library) and I would do it all again, except the midterm, who wants to ever do those again!