In Which Bob Dole Is Discussed

On a starting note, I should say that Bob Dole played a relatively meaningless part of my day, so don't expect some log of how I truly discovered Dole within me or anything.

The clock struck midnight very, very early this morning, and I was still reading "The Corrections" by Jonathan Franzen, which is a great piece of American literature. I vowed to read up to page 300 before I went to bed because my English teacher loves handing out one hundred page assignments each class, as if they were candy bars. I needed to get most of the reading out of the way. I finally reached the arbitrary page number a little after one o' clock in the morning, and I soon realized that the Smash Bros. Dojo update would be posted in less than an hour. Why not wait up? I had never done this before. What a novelty!

Ike's Final Smash.

I wanted to shoot myself, but I realized that I had already shot myself in the foot. Only five hours of sleep before the alarm...

ACS sucked (as usual). Once back in the dorm, I realized that I had a Spanish Composition due in an hour! Oh joy. I completely wing it for a half hour until Vinny comes in and demands we all go to breakfast. Spanish... or breakfast...?

Breakfast:
I chose idiotically, of course. I had a single sausage patty, which was actually pretty good for once, and a glass of Pepsi. Was it worth my Spanish composition being really shitty? I don't know, you tell me.

Lunch:
After my last class, I go back to the Spit and have a fantastic meal that was mediocre at best. I had some wierd, saucy chicken, and a really bad cheeseburger. The chicken wasn't bad, but the burger dragged everything down.

After lunch, I played around with the Check Mii Out Channel for an hour, wasting precious reading time. Once I finally got back to "The Corrections," my lack of sleep caught up to me. Not more than 5, 10 pages in, I fell asleep for an hour. When I wake, it's time for dinner!

Dinner:
Turkey Panini. Mediocre job. The cheese wasn't melted very well, and quite frankly, turkey just isn't as good as chicken. My deli buddy, Melba, didn't make my sandwich, but I bet if she did it would have been awesome.

I registered for the 2nd Semester after dinner (my schedule looks awesomely chock full of free time) and finished up my reading. Later on, the Public Safety Officer, an old man who speaks as if his shoes were on fire and might have some sort of impetement, randomly came into my room and started talking about how he bought a surround sound system with a sub woofer or something. I thought to myself, "Is this Jared in 50 years?"

-Professor Nesto