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Date Posted: 10:17:40 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Asif
Subject: My day.
In reply to: aaron the baron 's message, "..my day..." on 13:43:07 01/04/02 Fri

There was no class.
There was no snow.
The day was January the 1st, 2002. All happiness from my New Years party had faded at that point. The train ride seemed non-existent as I slept the whole way. We had a ridiculous hour and a half stop at Washington D.C. so I took it upon myself to walk around for a bit and take a look. Nothing was accomplished on this trip as there was nothing new to be seen in this particular area (thanks largely to the awesome Mr. O'Keefe Govt. Trip). Sad and confused, I went back to the station and watched people walk by for about 15 minutes. On the train, the air conditioning in our train car broke. I had nowhere to stow my enormous Nautica jacket so I was so hot I couldn't even sleep and that's when the ride became treacherous.
Somehow I made it to Philly. That was nice because I missed it.

Jan 2.
Classes start bright and early at 9am..mmm, physics. It snows in Virginia. Fuck all of you.

Jan 3rd
Insincere bullshit interactions with other people.
Issues concerning housing for next year and who is and isn't living in the six man suite. There is sadness and tension and confusion. I find out I have to purchase 300 dollars worth of art supplies for my design class.

Jan 4th.
Same as the day before only there are accusations of me having a drinking problem. I insist the pale brown glass bottles are none other than Hanks Cream Soda but no one believes I would drink three in one sitting. But it is true. I drowned my sorrows in liquid ice cream. See Royal Tenenbaums and am overall disappointed. Another cream soda before bed.

Today.
Most sad. Everyone went home. I am here by myself. Books, clothes, controllers, and empty bottles of cream soda are strewn about the room. My bed is unmade and my fan starts to squeal if I don't pound the top of it with my fist every 45 seconds. My desk is a cluttered mess. I look at the Slim Fast container guiltily smelling the two helpings of Macaroni and Cheese I had for breakfast on my breath. I have done nothing productive all week and I fear today will be the most depressing day of my life. There is still no snow.

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