well i haven't posted in a whhile and i was really planning on posting a non fick this shit post but well after last night i havce to post this, so sorry for any "emo-ness" that may insue
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Phil, I could tell you stories about dumb people and dorms. Especially when it comes to fire alarms. Know what, I'm in a vague story telling mood, so I'll tell you my favorite dumb people story.
So it was freshman year, and it was the night before Reading Day (the day before finals officially start, though the first final is held that evening). So my roommate, Kerry, and I are up late as was our idiom. Around 2:30, 3:00AM I decide to hit the sack. I'm just about falling asleep when I hear the fire alarm. So I'm like, "Kerry? Is that the fire alarm?" She says yeah I roll out of bed again, grab my jacket and keys and my flip flops and we wander out into the bitter cold that is a December night in Albany (nothing like wandering outside in a t-shirt, pj pants and flipflops in the middle of winter). We wait around for a while, and then get to go back in. Fast forward to eight that morning, the phone rings and it's for me. It was Uncle Stephen since he was in town wanting to know if I would like to get off campus/go home/whatever. I'm in a haze cause at this point I've had 4.5 hours of sleep. I almost said yeah, but I had a Christmas gathering and finals the next few days. I roll over back to sleep. And decided I hated the bastards for pulling an alarm and my crappy final schedule for the semester.
So it was freshman year, and it was the night before Reading Day (the day before finals officially start, though the first final is held that evening). So my roommate, Kerry, and I are up late as was our idiom. Around 2:30, 3:00AM I decide to hit the sack. I'm just about falling asleep when I hear the fire alarm. So I'm like, "Kerry? Is that the fire alarm?" She says yeah I roll out of bed again, grab my jacket and keys and my flip flops and we wander out into the bitter cold that is a December night in Albany (nothing like wandering outside in a t-shirt, pj pants and flipflops in the middle of winter). We wait around for a while, and then get to go back in. Fast forward to eight that morning, the phone rings and it's for me. It was Uncle Stephen since he was in town wanting to know if I would like to get off campus/go home/whatever. I'm in a haze cause at this point I've had 4.5 hours of sleep. I almost said yeah, but I had a Christmas gathering and finals the next few days. I roll over back to sleep. And decided I hated the bastards for pulling an alarm and my crappy final schedule for the semester.
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