| rdfs:comment | - That morning I woke up for my god forsaken 8 am CalcII discussion. I dreaded Tuesdays and Thursdays for that reason. The class itself wasn't that bad, it was just too damn early considering my next class wasn't until 11 am. That, and I can't fall asleep at night, like at all. My brain just keeps me wired through the early AM hours. "Hey, did you play hockey around here?" I started. Getting back to my apartment, I found myself beyond unmotivated to do any work whatsoever, so I grabbed a controller, plopped down on the couch, and started playing Black Ops. Time flew by, as it always does.
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| abstract | - That morning I woke up for my god forsaken 8 am CalcII discussion. I dreaded Tuesdays and Thursdays for that reason. The class itself wasn't that bad, it was just too damn early considering my next class wasn't until 11 am. That, and I can't fall asleep at night, like at all. My brain just keeps me wired through the early AM hours. It was about two weeks ago I think that we first heard it. It was this loud buzz, something I can't really describe. The best comparison that I can think of is a mix of television fuzz and the whirr of a bus engine. And when I say loud, I mean it was loud. Really fucking loud. Everyone was wincing at the noise. That day... Oh I remember every second of that day. I was on the shuttle bus, heading back from the student union where I had gotten lunch, my classes all done for the day. I was sitting on the bus, next to some really cute girl who I had decided to make conversation with, seeing as she was wearing a "USA Hockey" hoodie. Her name was Nicole. Brown hair with blonde streaks in the front, light blue eyes, a smile that could kill... She was gorgeous. I had sat next to her previous, when the bus was near full, but I always wimped out. Today was different, I was going to finally talk to her. "Hey, did you play hockey around here?" I started. "What? Oh the hoodie? Oh no, my dad used to coach. I just wear this because I don't like to take the time to throw on real clothes," she laughed. I was surprised how comfortable she was for a first conversation. I still felt reserved. The conversation carried on for a while, and when the bus came to my stop she asked for my number. Thrilled, I scribbled all ten digits down as fast as I could on a torn off section of my failed CalcII exam. She promised to call me later that day. Getting back to my apartment, I found myself beyond unmotivated to do any work whatsoever, so I grabbed a controller, plopped down on the couch, and started playing Black Ops. Time flew by, as it always does. Buzz buzz. My phone started blinking. "Was it her? Did she text me?" In one fluid motion I threw the controller to my roommate and snatched the phone from off of the table. "Hey Justin! This is Nicole, do you want to meet up with me and some friends at my place later tonight? The Capitals are playing." It read. Was I wearing a Caps shirt? Lucky guess? Wait, I told her I live around here, odds were I was a Caps fan anyway. I texted her back faster than I've ever texted before, arranging the time to go over. That was that. I was going to hang out with her at 7 that night. I was thrilled. Quickly, I threw my clothes off, jumped in the shower, scrubbed every inch of my body, and let my shaggy hair fall the way I liked it. I checked myself out in the mirror, the past few years of hockey training were really paying off. Too bad I'm always awkward as hell when it comes to girls... She only lived about a 3 minute walk from my apartment, I could see her highrise luxury student apartment from my bedroom window. The fall leaves were adding to the beauty of the late day, with the sun beaming behind the red orange and yellow of the season. I never really saw the beauty of the mid autumn day before then, but then again it was probably just some mood congruent observation. Without a second thought, I headed out, walking at an obnoxious pace, anticipating an evening of fun.
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