Creativity is great, but plagiarism is faster

*I have to start with an apology to you, my readers. The bookstore has FOUR levels. That's right, four. I stumbled upon the basement today as I was searching for an ethernet cable.

Where do I begin... I wanted desperately to write down my first thoughts while they were fresh, but my computer wasn't yet configured to 'SC internet, and despite a half hour on the phone with an Indian man who's grasp of the English language left something to be desired, my head hit the pillow still internet-less. As I dozed off, images of Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky running down a vacuous hall screaming "TECH SUPPORT!" danced under my fluttering eyelids. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I woke up bright and early, going for a run to energize myself before the big day. I had breakfast and said bye to Grandpa, before merging onto the freeway that would ferry me to the beginning of a new life. I wasn't going to Hades, but one could make a case that the I-10 freeway is the river styx, only I doubt even hell ever had traffic like this at 7:45 on a Wednesday. After fighting my down the winding road of congestion, I pulled up to campus, only to be met my even bigger hordes of new students jockying for parking spots. I finally located and secured one, before picking up my new student and id and mingling with the crowds.

Once I was registered, I parked under my apartment complex and proceeded to unload my life possessions and carry them up to my new space. It's a humble apartment, but there's enough space to stretch out and the guys I'm living with are friendly. The kitchen is a welcome addition along with the personal bathroom/shower/sink etc... I met some of my roommate's friends before going over to the gym to lift weights and check out the facility.

The afternoon is still a blur; a lot of things that needed to be done were taken care of, and as the shadows began to lengthen, my stomach signaled my brain, demanding sustenance. Not knowing where to eat, I asked my roommate and he directed me to the dining hall. It was too long of a walk for my angry stomach, so I hopped in the car and drove over. The food was great: tons of variety and good healthy stuff as well.

Now content, I came back, sat down on my bed, and realized how tired I was. A ten minute power nap won't hurt I reasoned, so I laid down and crashed for a bit until some guys from the floor above me came by and invited me to a small shindig they were having. They were interesting characters, and I had some good laughs (with/at them). Greek Row was coming alive with pre-rush parties, but I could no longer keep my eyes open; few beds have felt as comfortable as mine did last night.

I'm off to dinner, so I'll save today's events for next time.