The alarm rings. Snooze button is hit simultaneously. Snooze alarm rings. All alarms are smashed until no more sounds flow out. The hidden alarm clock under the bed rings. Unable to reach it, the beast at last has to wake up.

Looking at himself in the mirror can be quite traumatic. A beast is indeed the word to describe that image in the mirror. One part of his hair sticks all the way up like a rabid hyena. One eye tries to stay open while the other wishes to remain sealed. However, in a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes, this beast takes a shower, brushes the teeth, and fixes the hair to correct those problems. Now that everything is in order, this beast is ready to head on out to see the others. Unfortunately, the only article of clothing he has on are those smiley-face boxers.

This beast must now head towards the dark side in his walls, otherwise known as a wardrobe. This wardrobe is literally “dark.” Previous occupants of the room managed to destroy the light switch to the lone bulb in the wardrobe. The switch is the type with a chain at the top for a person to pull downward till it goes click. When this beast mov

Picking out clothes can be rather complicated too because this others is quite picky. If the beast wears a parka with shorts, the others consider him a dummy. If the beast wears a t-shirt in this weird climate of Northern California, the others deem him a fool. The beast must now waste 15-20 more minutes to decide whether the clothes match and fit the climate and also consider how the others may view him.

This beast is now ready to go outside. But the others have not granted the title “sexy” to him yet, for he still has much to do. When the beast meets upon an acquaintance, he should greet the person with a smile, and perhaps even throw a “Whazzup” nod. When the beast is asked how he is doing, even if he is not feeling groovy, the answer shall be somewhere from ok to good, and nothing worse, for the others have enough problems themselves to worry about.

ed into the room, the first words were, “Whoa, there is no chain.”

When the beast returns to his room around 7-8 pm, he must listen to hours of loud monotonous beats of the dreadful r&b and rap music from his roommates in the other room. The beast tried to make a case once to the RA, stating that the roommates signed a contract and agreed to be respectful with music volumes at night. Yet, the incompetent RA, not wanting to display favoritism of one side over the o

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