Sunday, March 12, 2006
Housing and Lottery and Free Speech, oh my
It happens to pretty much everyone. Friday, you go on down to the mailroom, check the ol' mailbox and see a disastrously white envelope from Residence Life. Fingers like Captain Miller's, you open the envelope and your eyes slide down to the line in bold. Your randomly generated lottery number is the year Joe DiMaggio married Marylin Monroe. Crap. Once again you have been shafted by the broom company that is ResLife. It was really inevitable that this was going to happen, you have never gotten a number below 600, why should you start now. At least this rids you of having to decide who to pull into your nonexistent Modular Housing Unit.
To take a break from this whining, I would like to thank anyone who has ever, or will ever pull me into housing of any sort. You, the puller has had an average number of 20 and change, and therefore have been able to pull me into the primest housing available at this univeristy. I, the repeat pullee, am quite thankful. Long Live Alfasi (I'd say Aza too, but people might misinterpret)
In local news today, people have no idea how loud they are. If they do know, they are being rather inconsiderate, though I would like to think better of people. I do not know if this is a new fad, to be really loud, or if I am just becoming crotchety in my old age, but when people talk it is as if they are speaking into a microphone with the speakers dangling in my ear canal. Also, indoor football a la John Mcnab has become popular of late. This is particularly evident when I am trying to sleep, read or hold a conversation. Aside from eggcrating the walls of whatever room I happen to be in, I cannot come up a viable solution.
At the zoo and needing cheese,
-Daniel
P.S. Still undecided about an ipod, the refurb just dropped $20.
To take a break from this whining, I would like to thank anyone who has ever, or will ever pull me into housing of any sort. You, the puller has had an average number of 20 and change, and therefore have been able to pull me into the primest housing available at this univeristy. I, the repeat pullee, am quite thankful. Long Live Alfasi (I'd say Aza too, but people might misinterpret)
In local news today, people have no idea how loud they are. If they do know, they are being rather inconsiderate, though I would like to think better of people. I do not know if this is a new fad, to be really loud, or if I am just becoming crotchety in my old age, but when people talk it is as if they are speaking into a microphone with the speakers dangling in my ear canal. Also, indoor football a la John Mcnab has become popular of late. This is particularly evident when I am trying to sleep, read or hold a conversation. Aside from eggcrating the walls of whatever room I happen to be in, I cannot come up a viable solution.
At the zoo and needing cheese,
-Daniel
P.S. Still undecided about an ipod, the refurb just dropped $20.
# posted by Daniel @ 5:27 PM 
