Pearl Harbor

The incessant noise protruding from the small electrical box on my nightstand heaves me off my bed like Jared's cat being thrown across the room by its callous owner. As I shower and prepare for a 9:00 class shortly thereafter, the perverse memory of the previous night plagues my thoughts. I am not in any way prepared to reveal what happened that first night of snow because one, I've been sworn to secrecy by the few who witnessed the horrific sight, and two, because I'm supposed to be writing about today, not yesterday! "I never think about yesterday. Yesterday is just a nice memory."

Lunch:
After English, as I drive back to the dorm on the scooter's last legs of battery, I persistently question why I hadn't plugged it in the night before, or the night before that, or the night before that... But lunch in the Spit with Jakob was just wonderful. No, the hot dog I ate (one bite of) wasn't delicious, and the hash browns I ate (only a few bites) weren't spectactular, but it was the bread and butter I scavengered for that made my lunch and brightened up the day.

Upon returning to the dorm, I witness the desire for redemption in the eyes of my accused hallmate. I cheer him on as I watch him begin his journey to correct the past.

Not much homework at all today, so I played some classic Mario World, then impulsively decided to buy Mario 64 upon realizing that I had enough Wii Points. After dinner, I sat down and played a good three hours, garnering 40 stars in record speed. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Before dinner, Vinny, my short Italian friend, who may or may not be the "Italian Midget" as described in Ian's post, "A Grand Return to the Writing Community," showed us all an ad in The Villanovan newspaper describing an ice sculpture event, and had a picture of Santa Clause holding a chainsaw. Flashes of Bill's Dad commendered my conciousness. Vinny and I decided to see this magnificant ice sculpture of Santa's sleigh and reindeer, despite everyone telling us that we were idiots (boy does that sound familiar). It was a cold journey, but what we found in the end was worth it: a crazy ice sled with a cheap department store Santa sitting on a hunk of ice. Sucks for him! I got my picture taken with Santa, and then we decided we needed some dinner.

Dinner:
Vinny and I, accompanied by Jakob and Nick (not Pope), make our way to the Spit once more. For dinner, they had Onion Rings, which any good Onion cannot refuse, and some wierd fish that was too spicy for me. I didn't eat much of the fish, but then again, I really didn't eat many onion rings either. I guess I wasn't very hungry today!

Anyway, from what I can tell, the incident from Wednesday night has seemingly blown over, though I'm sure there are still mildly harsh feelings between the parties involved. Long live a tension-free McGuire hall!

-Professor Nesto