zombie like…

Written by fredward on December 14th, 2005

These past… 35 hours have been an adventure. Last night I came to the Apex Center around 7 to study for my civ final. Managed to study for about 3 hours straight, well, not straight.. I browsed myspace and facebook for an hour or so. I did manage to find some old friends from Owensboro though.

Around 10 I decided to go to John’s work and bother him for a bit. Let me explain something. Honors Civ is a pretty easy class unless you do absolutely zero work, don’t listen and try to read six chapters the day before the final. I was about.. two chapters into it when I left the Apex Center.

Wound up hanging out with John and his friend Laurence at Huddle until 1:30.. I finally make it back to my dorm and go to the study lounge to try to cram in the rest of this. Around the 5:30 mark I almost doze off. I wasn’t sleeping.. but I wasn’t there. I just zoned out for about 30 minutes solid. Took a shower, studied for about 30 minutes longer and made my way to my car.. and lo and behold!

Some punk SHOT UP MY CAR WITH PAINTBALLS. Luckily their gun must have really sucked because once you cleaned off the paint there wasn’t a dent. But I didn’t have tiime to clean off the paint right away, I had to make it to my final. So if anyone saw a red Cavalier about halfway covered in pink paint splotches it was me.

I owned that final. All the ID’s were one’s that I actually memorized and the essay question happened to be the topic that I wrote my second paper on the week before. So, it’s about 9:30 and I decide to go to the office for a bit and see what’s going on. The Director wants to see my presentation for 12 Gadgets. No problem. She helped me improve the content to make it more applicable to the audience but all in all she seemed impressed.

It was at this time that I could have went home and slept but a quote from Pulp Fiction ran through my head…

Butch: You feel that sting, big boy, huh? That’s pride FUCKIN’ with you! You gotta fight through that shit!

I decided to stick it out. 10 minutes to go on the work day but I’m updating now because I know when I get back to my room i’m going to crash… Hard.

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