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Beaucoup des Decisions written @ 4:25 PM on September 23, 2003 My international politics class frightens me. Not because what my professor tells us is scary, such as the fact that governments blatantly lie to their people on a daily basis and how much our country's international policies suck ass (although it's enough to turn your face a fine shade of ashen regardless). No, it's actually my professor's test on Friday that has me nervous. So I've been studying since last week to pull off at least a B for this first one. Finally Brian shook me by the shoulders yesterday and shouted in my face, "Sam! It's on Friday! This is Monday!" Then I realized he had a good point and I really should make more of an effort to pull together some sort of social life for me while I'm in college, so I went out to Stephanie #34863's house (she's a dancer in the theater department) where she was hosting a movie night for anyone from the department who wanted to show up. While watching The Newsies and baking brownies, the ten of us there discussed a peculiar phenomenon that's shaken various members of the theater department: a mysterious prank caller by the name of Christian. "Christian" has called Brian, Annalyse, John, Chris, Kubiak, Roderick, and about six or seven other people. When he calls, he talks with a high-pitched psuedo Italian accent and asks his victim, "Are you going to the battle of theater?" Whatever the fuck that means. So we spent a good part of the night trying to figure out who it was, because obviously the prank caller has to be someone in the department or connected to someone in the department who has the ability to track down the cell phones of these individuals. I think it's one of Kubiak's friends, that fool. He hugged me the other day, and I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and die. But that's another story. Upon returning to the dorm sometime around 11:30 last night, I walked into the lobby and discovered most of Cumberland Hall holding a midnight powwow in the lobby, complete with food, drinks, and playing cards. I noticed only the emergency lights were on. "Hey Sam!" Tricia said to me. "The power's out." "What? Since when?" "Since about an hour ago. No one's going to sleep because they can't set their alarm clocks. It's all of Kentucky and Cumberland Halls." "Damn. I guess this means I can't get a shower." And no internet connection. This was shaping up to be an unfortunate evening. "Well, even if the lights were on, you couldn't get a shower." "Why's that?" "All the restrooms except for one stall is out of order, and we lost all hot water." "What?! Jesus Christ." Suffice it to say, it was sometime during the wee hours of the morning that we finally got power back and were able to go to sleep with our set clocks. By the morning, our hot water had returned but all the bathrooms were still out. I think everything has finally returned to normal by this hour. Today was a relatively low key day. I'm still kind of bummed out whenever I think of just how long it's going to be before I can graduate from here, and slightly more depressed when I think about just how much work is fused between now and that distant year. If I can get through this week and survive my international politics exam, however, things will begin to look up. As it stands it could be a lot worse, I suppose. I have a lot of decisions that I need to make.
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