Outstanding!!!
I stayed up late last night and wrote a study guide for the complete history of the world from 500 BCE to 500 AD, then I played WoW until four.
I woke up at eleven o'clock this morning, having just killed my phones alarm in a lazy defiant dream state. I wrestled with getting up and thought about rushing to class twenty minutes late, but decided to fugitall and study for my exam. A quick soapless shower and a hot pocket later, there is a knock on my door. Cary waddled over and opened the door and I here "I'm here for Clinton Graybill?" High pitched and devious. In walks a six foot tall chrome-domed snake. Dude had the most sinister vibe I had ever felt. "Hi," he said, " I'm Don Badstander. I have to escort you to medical office, okay, man?" I crammed the rest of my breakfast deep into my mouth and wrestled my boots onto my naked feet. I discovered on our walk that he was the campus disciplinary officer, in charge of determing extreme punishments on campus. It was easy to see why. He never stopped smiling at me, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. Anyway, apparently Zach and Drew, my two best friends on campus, have contracted a terribly viral disease and since I come into the most contact with them, I am a "Public safety issue". Now, listen, I know I've had Viricilae (Chicken Pox) before, but my word isn't good enough, and I simply could not get a hold of my Mom, working 16 hours a day as she is. So I was deposited by Mr. Sinister into the health office, where they present me with this: "If you want to continue to live in the dorms, we need to take a blood sample from you right away and determine whether or not you are contagious. Also we won't pay for it." I reluctantly trudged into the office, where I was promptly stuck, drained and made dizzy. If the results are not done by tomorrow night, I will be removed from campus, physically if nescecarry, to whereever I could go, probably Kricket's, for two weeks. That's roughly the quivalent of flushing $900 of class time (not including the blood test that my health insurance might not cover), and pretty much fucking me big time for the rest of the year. Then I got high, had lunch, did my HW, and went to a History Exam. Wish me luck. =)
Clinton t("t) Graybill
I woke up at eleven o'clock this morning, having just killed my phones alarm in a lazy defiant dream state. I wrestled with getting up and thought about rushing to class twenty minutes late, but decided to fugitall and study for my exam. A quick soapless shower and a hot pocket later, there is a knock on my door. Cary waddled over and opened the door and I here "I'm here for Clinton Graybill?" High pitched and devious. In walks a six foot tall chrome-domed snake. Dude had the most sinister vibe I had ever felt. "Hi," he said, " I'm Don Badstander. I have to escort you to medical office, okay, man?" I crammed the rest of my breakfast deep into my mouth and wrestled my boots onto my naked feet. I discovered on our walk that he was the campus disciplinary officer, in charge of determing extreme punishments on campus. It was easy to see why. He never stopped smiling at me, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. Anyway, apparently Zach and Drew, my two best friends on campus, have contracted a terribly viral disease and since I come into the most contact with them, I am a "Public safety issue". Now, listen, I know I've had Viricilae (Chicken Pox) before, but my word isn't good enough, and I simply could not get a hold of my Mom, working 16 hours a day as she is. So I was deposited by Mr. Sinister into the health office, where they present me with this: "If you want to continue to live in the dorms, we need to take a blood sample from you right away and determine whether or not you are contagious. Also we won't pay for it." I reluctantly trudged into the office, where I was promptly stuck, drained and made dizzy. If the results are not done by tomorrow night, I will be removed from campus, physically if nescecarry, to whereever I could go, probably Kricket's, for two weeks. That's roughly the quivalent of flushing $900 of class time (not including the blood test that my health insurance might not cover), and pretty much fucking me big time for the rest of the year. Then I got high, had lunch, did my HW, and went to a History Exam. Wish me luck. =)
Clinton t("t) Graybill