*The following times are approximations. The following events are 95% truth, 4% hyperbole, 1% the result of slight delirium.
11:13 pm: The above picture was taken. It’s what I came home to about 45 minutes earlier. My room isn’t so much a room as it is an abnormally wide hallway. With doors on each end. My roommates regularly use it to get from the kitchen/their rooms to the living room. I should have put a stop to this a long time ago. Just like my room isn’t really a room, my desk chair isn’t really a chair. It’s a place I store my clothes when they’re not really dirty, but they have already been worn. It’s apparel purgatory.
10:06: McDonald’s drive-thru. Probably the only place within 30 miles open for business. I tried avoiding this because, well, it’s the only logical way to end a miserable day of eating. And also, I have to run a mile and a half for my Individualized Fitness class first thing in the morning and I just hope it washes out of my system by then.
9:52: After close to two hours in the Media Center working on a feature story on Towson Men’s Lacrosse co-captain, Bobby Griebe (I accidentally typed Booby…ha), I have given up. The soundbites from my interview with him are basically pieced together. But I need more action shots of him, access to equipment to do my voice-overs, and a redo of my stand-up. It was due for my Sportscasting class about two weeks ago, but back then I had a legitimate excuse. Since then, a touch of laziness has set in. Thankfully my professor is Dr. John Turner, known to his students as the Kindest Man Ever To Walk the Face of the Earth. I’ve never seen him remotely angry. Honestly I don’t think he is capable of it. It’s not even that he’s a pushover. Everyone has tons of respect for him. He just has an inhuman amount of patience (and his own Facebook group: ‘Dr. John R. Turner Fan Club!’…I’m a proud member).
*Editor’s note: Apparently this is going to be way longer than I expected. I chose to use this format because I’m tired, don’t feel like posting, and I have to do laundry soon. I thought it’d be quick.
7:46: Me and my roommate, J.D. (there’s a funny–and moderately offensive–story behind his nickname. There is no ‘J’ in his actual name. I may never tell it, some people may be upset by it. Are you allowed to put periods in parentheses?) leave the Charles Village Pub after Towson’s special Senior Week Happy Hour. I leave with a commemorative glass and a stomach full of Cheddar Bacon Fries and Hefeweizen. (more…)
