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On day one of my first week of senior year, my iPod broke for no reason, which is nothing new. My tech support consultant has always been an Indian woman--hurray outsourcing. She recommended I send Wanda (name of the iPod) in for a repair I know will be fruitless, like it was with the last three Wandas. I expect my 4th click-wheel to be sent to me by next week, the iPod being not unlike a mail-order bride.
On the bright side, not zombie-ing out on the subway has allowed me to finish books, and not just school-related books, in record time. My roommate Mike is a Sarah Vowell fanatic, and I take secret joy that his signed edition of Assassination Vacation was inscribed with a mere 'To Mike, Sarah Vowell' in big loopy letters. David Sedaris took the time to draw a pumpkin on the title page of my copy of Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. In the game of Which-NPR-Personality-Signed-Your-Book-Better, I am undisputed champion. Anyhow, I finished Mike's book in one day. Two days later, I am halfway done with One Hundred Years of Solitude--only fifty years left (of solitude)! Haha.
As for today, and every Thursday henceforth, I will have a three hour class at 8AM, which is like watching Titanic half asleep once a week. School is pretty intense. Anticipating this, I crashed at Joe's apartment last night, where I didn't sleep until 2AM because of his roommates' surprise Wednesday night beer pong jamboree. God. Damn. It.
On another note: It's easy to pick out the freshmen at this stage because they travel in huge, socially disjointed clods. Hipster bassist chicks, theatre faggotrons and gross biochemistry majors live together in harmony, if only for another few days. The lion lying with the lamb--it's like the second coming of Christ. Also, the girls all dress like Mary-Kate.
On day one of my first week of senior year, my iPod broke for no reason, which is nothing new. My tech support consultant has always been an Indian woman--hurray outsourcing. She recommended I send Wanda (name of the iPod) in for a repair I know will be fruitless, like it was with the last three Wandas. I expect my 4th click-wheel to be sent to me by next week, the iPod being not unlike a mail-order bride.
On the bright side, not zombie-ing out on the subway has allowed me to finish books, and not just school-related books, in record time. My roommate Mike is a Sarah Vowell fanatic, and I take secret joy that his signed edition of Assassination Vacation was inscribed with a mere 'To Mike, Sarah Vowell' in big loopy letters. David Sedaris took the time to draw a pumpkin on the title page of my copy of Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. In the game of Which-NPR-Personality-Signed-Your-Book-Better, I am undisputed champion. Anyhow, I finished Mike's book in one day. Two days later, I am halfway done with One Hundred Years of Solitude--only fifty years left (of solitude)! Haha.
As for today, and every Thursday henceforth, I will have a three hour class at 8AM, which is like watching Titanic half asleep once a week. School is pretty intense. Anticipating this, I crashed at Joe's apartment last night, where I didn't sleep until 2AM because of his roommates' surprise Wednesday night beer pong jamboree. God. Damn. It.
On another note: It's easy to pick out the freshmen at this stage because they travel in huge, socially disjointed clods. Hipster bassist chicks, theatre faggotrons and gross biochemistry majors live together in harmony, if only for another few days. The lion lying with the lamb--it's like the second coming of Christ. Also, the girls all dress like Mary-Kate.
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