h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

OK, I suppose that this is the part where I describe to you a day in the life of Alex Flipse. Well, I guess I'll start at the beginning. First, I crawl out of bed, and the first thing I do is turn on Howard Stern on the radio. Since I don't have any morning classes on Wednesdays (or afternoon classes) I can listen to the Howard Stern Show all morning long. I usually get up at 9:15 AM, which gives me barely enough time to get dressed, grab my student ID (that's a little piece of plastic that Lynn University students need in order to eat at the cafeteria, check out a library book, or do anything signifigant), grab my keys and walkman and tune it in to 105.9 FM so that I can listen to The Howard Stern Show while I try to reach the cafeteria before closing time at 9:30 AM. I usually just barely make it in time to toast a bagel on a bizare conveyer-belt like contraption while gettinga bowl of cereal and a tall glass of OJ. Then I just wolf this stuff down and head back to the dorm room to listen to the rest of the show on the radio. I head for the showers during a fifteen-minute long (!) commercial break. Then I turn on my sterio so I can listen to Howard while I check my e-mail. After that I try to finish a take-home quiz for my Senior Thesis course. (An entire course just for writing a single paper. I love college!) Then, after I have lunch, I head for the WLYN radio staff meeting. That's when everyone involved with campus radio sits around at the Student Center balcony while the station manager, Stuart Henderson, mouths off for about fifteen minutes. Later that afternoon, my rommate Shawn "the Sarge" Warner and I get to do our weekly radio show. It's a fun gig: we sift through the radio library, play whatever songs we think are cool, and mouth off to each other about anything that's on our minds. Sarge and I talked about the joys of spending Spring Break with our parents. By the time we're finished, I was basically saying that my parents' generation is nothing but a bunch of ex-hippies turned armchair liberals who only care about themselves, and that we should ship them off to Vietnam a second time to thin the Baby-Boomer herd once and for all. Obviously, I did not enjoy my vacation. I'd better close this entry now. I'm meeting with my Senior Thesis advisor tommorrow, and I need to explain to her somehow that I've spent less time on my research assignments than I have on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy!