<p>It's 12:35 AM on Christmas morning and I'm waiting for Tropic Thunder (don't say anything!) to load, so I'll type out a heavily descriptive account of one of my days which I remember quite vividly:</p>
<p>Wednesday-
I awake at 10, however I was only half-sleeping for the last two hours, because my roommate and his godawful alarm went off at 8 and for the last few months I've been having trouble getting back to sleep in the morning. I roll out of bed (my bed's on the floor with a curtain in front of it, kind of like a cave) and immediately start shivering as I'm in my boxers, the window's open from last night, and it's 23*, "Good morning Vermont!" </p>
<p>I shamble to the shower across the suite commons. I share it with 5 other guys, however because the bathrooms are on either side of the common room, with each respective side harboring three gentlemanly scholars, I share my bathroom with 2 others (most of the time). I grab my towels on the way, and as I get in, I take my roommates towels off the rack (they're always on there) and drop 'em on the floor and replace them with mine. I then proceed to get in the shower for all of 15, warm and glorious, minutes. I hop out and brush my teeth. </p>
<p>I restore my roommates towels to their previous location, and with towels in hand, return to my room. It is still only 1030ish so no one else is up, or they are out and about. I clothe myself, sit down, and check my email and the weather. Typically cold November day, so I grab a sweater, coat, and hat for my damp hair, and head out. Because the mail room opens at 1030, I swing by and check my mail - nothing - per the usual, and I head out of the commons into the cold after grabbing a paper.</p>
<p>I walk briskly with notebook and Times in hand as the cold air sucks the heat from my face and the wind dries my eyes. I walk down the long street, cut through the drive behind the student center, and before walking up the 4 flights of stairs to my International Relations class, I stop and grab a trail mix bag from the vending machine. I proceed to head up the stairs, passing this random dude who generously offers a kind good morning, which I always return, and once reaching the fourth floor, walk briskly across the hardwood floor with many a thump into the classroom. The sunlit room is centered around a massive assemblage of wood tables and chairs, which are typically only occupied by one or two of my classmates at the time I stroll in (11:05ish). I go about my way...</p>
<p>Class is over at 12:05, I walk back to my dorm, and along the way grab a salad and bowl of soup from the Marche...more to come - movie's done loading.</p>