Sunday, August 14, 2005

Campus Life

After work last night I drove back to campus, and my new home to sleep. I was concerned that my bed would not be as comfortable as the one at home. Thankfully, I was wrong. My worst sleeping experience involved a summer camp I attended when I was 12. The bed was little more than a saggy cot that was cold, and when I woke up in the mornining I ached all over and was covered with bugs and little unknown white things. My best sleeping experiences have always been in hotels. That is what the bed in my dorm is like, a small but comfy hotel bed. Unlike my bed at home, it does not squeak loudly with every slight movement I make; plus I wake up feeling refreshed, AND on time! Perhaps all that past laziness was actually just the result of bad nights sleep and not some catostrophic character flaw.

I spent the day wandering around campus, getting to know the place and purchasing the last of the books required for my classes. Then after getting accidentalness with my surroundings, ate lunch in the ground level cafe at my dorm. I had spaghetti with marinara sauce, grilled chicken, Parmesan, and oregano on it. Plus a bread stick and a cherry coke. The food was very good, better than I expected. The setting reminds me of middle school when I actually used to eat lunch in the cafeteria (unlike HS). Only this cafeteria is cleaner, has nicer tables, a large plasma TV, and the food is more edible.

I attended some of the orientation stuff at the student union tonight. They gave out lots of free stuff, drinks, food, posters . . . Razors (came in handy actually since I left my Mach 3 @ home). I met up with a lot of the old entourage and it was just like high school all over.

I came back to my room around 12am, ate some Croissant Pockets and watched Married with children (Jake's favorite show) on DVD d until my roommate and I got tired enough to go to bed.

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