When you say 9 hours of camping, you've said it all

Many of you (Greg) are probably wondering what the hell happened to your fearless communist / pirate / inspirational speaker / thoroughbread horse breeder. Well, the unfortunate news is, Stanley Kubrick's dead. Anyway, life at the apartment is massively rocking like a nuclear warhead in heat.

The majority of yesterday was spent camping out for football tickets. I pulled a 9 hour shift from 7pm-4am, returned bleary-eyed to the apartment and awoke at 10:30 to go wait in line some more. The real story was not me, but Tug, who had to camp out during the rain, receiving a drenched cell-phone, comforter, and pillow for his dutiful service. Alix, too stayed out in the rain for some six hours. She didn't camp out with the uberness that is Dayton House- something about "Her Floor." Rubbish, if you ask me.

After the wonderful rain storm, I coordinated the ticket adventure, went back to the apartment, cleaned up, waited in line, went with a very stressed Alix Loniello around campus to find her classes (I of course haven't even bothered looking for mine). Then I went back to the apartment, where we had a meeting, delivered our rent, and opened an expense account. I proceeded to Cait, Caelin, Vicki, Leah, and Pam's place to fix their network troubles, stopped back at the apartment for some dinner, did some cleaning, watched the daily show, and blogged. Busy day, but a really good one at that. This is the happiest I've felt in a good week or two.
Today's Music
Anberlin - Autobahn