2001-12-14 - 7:30 p.m.
I am feeling... 
"Sleepless in South Bend."
Greetings and salutations.....
I have been awake for exactly 27 hours. I am past the point of being slightly tired, damn tired, sluggishly tired, and apathetically tired... now I am running on pure adrenaline. I don't feel any different than usual. I feel perfectly fine. It's almost as if the last full day never happened... and god damn, I wish it wouldn't have.
First of all, I stayed up all night reading my Christian Ethics books for my final and writing several papers for Play Analysis. That in and of itself is enough to make me nauseous.
Then, I decided to go to breakfast at the Digestive Hell, since I was awake and all. Looked outside and realized it was raining. Shit. Went to the D.H., had a cold and overall shitty breakfast. Wandered over to Madeleva Hall to pick some articles up for my Comparative Politics final. Walked back to my dorm. I noticed that the rain was now somewhat... thick. And kind of sticky. But it wasn't snow, thank God.
Three minutes later, I get back to my dorm room, only to decide after two more minutes to gather up my books and wander over to the library to continue studying. I look out the window. IT IS SNOWING LIKE CRAZY.
"Son of a bitch!" I yell. I am downright pissed off. I hate snow. Fine, damn it, I decide... I will trudge through this... shit... just to go to the library, but I won't like at all. Not one bit.
I turned to rummage through the mess on my desk to find my ID and my final exam essay questions, when IT comes on the radio.
"Who Let The Dogs Out".
I very nearly puked everywhere. Talk about making my day even worse!!! It's the first day of FINALS, it's SNOWING, and now THIS damn song is polluting the airwaves!!! What is this world coming to?!?!?!
After pounding the radio until the offensive music desisted, I threw on a warmer jacket over my black hoodie of death (courtesy of my darling Rance), located a scarf and gloves, found the question sheet, grabbed my ID, and bolted out the door to the library.
One would think things were fine once I got to the library, but no... you see, on the way over, I was being pelted by snow. Not powdery snow... the offensive slushy snow that attaches itself to your clothing and does not melt off.
Once I stepped inside the library, all eyes were on me. Why, you ask? Because I looked like the Frosty the Ghetto Snowman, that's why. Every inch of me was literally *covered* in slushy snow. With every step I took, clumps of snow fell off my body onto the carpet. Everyone stared blatantly at me as I made my way to the back of the library, to my usual study carrel. I was quite a sight to behold.
And then... to make matters even worse... I had to take my Christan Ethics final.
And I have three more finals tomorrow.
And several papers to write tonight.
And several chapters of democracy to read.
And many hours of sleep to catch up on.
See you later...
<--Piper-->