7:40 a.m
"I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah! and floating around in ecstasy/so don't stop me now don't stop me cause I'm having a good time havinga good time"
Queen, and the lovely voice of Freddy welcome me to the conscious world this morning. Don't Stop Me Now is my go to wakeup song, never failing to pass a smidgen of energy onto me even if I've only gotten four hours of sleep. I stumble out of bed, hit the dismiss button on my ihome (which is playing the MP3, the leading music format) scan the projected weather, and haphazardly search through my drawers for an outfit that is somehow both stylish and protective of me in body numbing temperatures. I grab a flannel, a pair of jeans, and slide on my UGG boots- so much for stylish. I fumble around for my toothbrush and toothpaste and dance around a little to the song that is still playing in my head. As I arrive in the bathroom and proceed to fight cavities, I hum the tune of "Don't Stop Me Now" and catch myself brushing to the beat of it. I finish up, jog slightly to my room, grab my keycard and bag and head off to start my academic day. I briskly run to class, half out of need to escape the cold, and know that I can accomplish anything today because after all "I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky, like a tiger- defying the laws of gravity."
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8:30 a.m
I sit in my Marketing class and fight a losing battle to keep my eyes open. Fluorescent lights and a college sleep cycle don’t mix well together. Today my teacher has decided to give us a “treat” and show us an interview he had with the owner and creator of Steez, an apparel store located downtown. My teacher pulls up the video on his computer from YouTube, and presses the play button. The lights are flicked off, my eyes can finally rest. I notice some different production techniques such as lighting and pacing. I notice that this is also an example of convergence, as it was originally on a VHS, and now was viewable on YouTube.
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10:30 a.m
After my eight a.m class, I take a quick hour power nap, and flick on the television. One of my favorite shows happens to be on, Friends. Friends is a sitcom, something that I don’t get to watch very often, considering dramas, and reality television are more popular theses days. This episode is the one where Chandler accidentally chops his toe off with a knife, and when they get to the hospital the doctors realize that his friends have brought a baby carrot on ice, instead of his toe. I catch myself laughing out loud, and thinking of all of the good times with my own friends that I have had while watching this show. I decide to continue watching TBS until my afternoon class.
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12:45 p.m
I sit in my business class and I can feel my eyes start to glaze over. My teacher never actually teaches until the last fifteen minutes of class, and even then it’s a very irrelevant PowerPoint. He decides to discuss football and beer with the few favorites he has in the class. Instead of falling asleep, I decide to open my laptop. I click on one of my most visited sites, Stumbleupon. I might not be learning anything relevant in my Business class, but at least I’ll find something useful on here. I love to bake and cook, and I always new and exciting recipes to try. At the very least I’ll get a laugh or two in. To me, when using Stumbleupon, I’m participating in web 3.0, or a layered connected database. Here's a cool picture of a recipe I found.
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1:50 p.m
I rummage through my bag for my phone, the Droid Incredible. I dial my friend’s number, making a not to check the notifications that I have after. We chat for a bit and decide to meet up in the cafeteria for some lunch. As I walk I check my e-mail, Facebook, and tumblr. Seems that my Mom’s Christmas present has been shipped, my best friend is in a Facebook official relationship, and a few people have reblogged my posts. I manage to gain all of this information before I even hit the dining room hall doors, how’s that media convergence for ya?
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2:45 p.m
I have a meeting with my advisor at three o’clock in Perry hall, and since I was already across the street, I decided to head over early. As I wait to withdrawal from the school and get my transfer papers, I pull out a copy of The Week. The Week is a weekly publication that takes all of the week’s happenings and puts them together in a neat little format. I laugh at the “Only in America” section, and stretch my Neocotrex as I try to take in the politics that lace the issue. The Week tends to rival the New Yorker, both falling into the elite magazine category. I manage to squeeze in a few more articles before I’m beckoned in.
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3:30 p.m
The meeting went surprisingly well. I am now officially no longer a student at Champlain College after the Fall semester. I decide that this is pretty exciting news, and decide to tell my friends. I open up my laptop, get comfortable on my bed, and pull up Facebook, the site that lets you “create personal profiles, upload photos, and post messages.” I blast them with a post, tagging them with the convenient @(insert name here) feature. I find myself again being in awe of Facebook, and how it has totally and irreversibly changed the way most of us live our lives. I cannot go to the cafeteria, a party, or anywhere in public really without it being referred to. Good job Mark Zuckerburg.
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4:00 p.m
There’s an hour until dinner, so I decide to kill some time by playing my favorite game, the Sims 3. A.k.a the most addicting game ever. “Critics argue that games like the highly popular Sims franchise offer "some of the voyeuristic kicks of a reality TV show.” When I say this game is addicting, you should know that I originally uninstalled it from my computer before coming to college, because I didn’t want it to interfere with my social life. I have and probably always will be a Sims junkie. There’s something about the game that I just can’t get enough of. I think it lies in the way I can control all of the aspects in a person’s life that I maybe wouldn’t be able to in real life. Sounds pathetic huh?
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11:00 p.m
Sitting on a couch at a party is one of my favorite hobbies. I enjoy nothing more than people watching. My sport is interpreted though by something that cannot be described as anything but a Transformer slowly dying. Some people might refer to it as Dubstep. I refuse to acknowledge this as music. After all, it is a man or woman pushing a few buttons on a computer and laying it over the same played out sound of womp womp womp.Personally, this type of music would fall at the very bottom of the culture skyscraper, which includes “soap operas, rock music, shock jocks, and video games.”
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2:13 a.m
I finally get into my bed, and curl up under the covers. Time for bed! I can’t get the stupid beat of the Dubstep playlist out of my head, so I reach for my trusty iPod, which happens to be “the leading music and video player.” I scroll down to my sleepy time playlist and close my eyes. I quietly reflect over the day and make a few plans mentally for tomorrow. Soon I am out like a light, oh what a medium filled day it has been.
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