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The Olson Underground
Apr. 9th, 2003 10:11 am03:37am, Tuesday night.
First of all, this presumably will be posted sometime Wednesday as our internet connection is inexplicably completely down right now. It apparently went down around 6:30 this afternoon. Examination of the modem and router revealed that all lights claimed it to be functioning normally, however neither apartmentmate Steve nor I had any connection at all. He concluded that perhaps it was too hot and needed to cool off over night, so presumably he unplugged it and thus there’s no possibility for getting up and running again he looks at it in the morning. Even at that point I’m not entirely sure this course of action will solve the problem, but who knows.
Aside from obviously driving me insane by depriving me of internet --my Dominion, my livejournal, my source of news, and my various friends I habitually communicate with-- it means I cannot upload my two English assignments to briefcase.yahoo.com to download in a campus computer lab and print. I need to risk transporting them on an actual DISK!! /=
Anyay, I think the highlight for today was definitely discovering the legendary and illusive underground tunnel from Olson Hall to Sproul Hall. Yes, I travelled from Olson to Sproul entirely underground today. It was awesome. Having some twenty minutes before my next class and emerging from the Olson computer lab, I thought I’d just go check if the locked door that led to the several restricted rooms which appeared on the floor schematic of that corner of Oslon happened to be unlocked for some reason. To my pleasant surprise, the door was NOT in fact locked, so boldly ventured I within. The Tunnel was well lit and very hot, with numerous pipes taversing the walls. It is definitely not intended for the travel of professors. Reaching the Sproul end of it I almost concluded it did not open up to Sproul on that side, as in all directions there was extreme darkness and machinery and piping. Close inspection revealed to me however a walkway into the shadows between some machinery, which led through more dark hot machine filled space, eventually to a door, through which I emerged into the room I’d previously discovered under Sproul; a cavernous well-lit room with a small amount of machinery, one corner set apart by a chain link wall and filled with shelves with boxes on them. The door from which I’d emerged was labeled “FIRE DOOR – KEEP CLOSED” and didn’t LOOK like it led anywhere. Trying another fire door I discovered it was also both unlocked and led to the room from which I had just emerged.
One of these days I’m definitely going to try to get myself to campus after dark and check out what I suspect is steam tunnels.
Anyway, on to a more chronologic account of the days adventures:
As you will recall I was extremely sleep deprived at time of last posting, or if you don’t recall heck go read the last post. This apparently led me to not set my alarm. Like, I SET it for the time that would be necessary, but I did not set it to GO OFF, an important detail. I consequently missed my first class of the day. Psha on that. My second class of the day was not till 15:10 though, so I had some time to kick it here.
NAT (AKA Natalie Kempkey) from Napa called me around I dunno noonish to inform me she was in town, doing a presentation for the commerce department or something wack like that (she graduated last year), and asking if I wanted to hang out or something. I was of course like “hell yea.” So she came over and we went to Subway and generally kicked it. It was good times.
More random stuff:
Chaz reappeared. He supposedly got called up by the Coast Guard like.. last week.
The conversation “blah blah blah livejournal” “oh you have a livejournal, whats your name?” “emosnail” “oh yoooou’re ‘emosnail’” was once again reinacted today. This time by Tom, Annie’s boyfriend.
I just wrote our third writing assignment for ENL5F, fiction writing. At about 1.4 spacing its three pages long, whereas its supposed to be “1-2 pages” at double space. I would have much rather written it longer, oh well. Our next assignment says “a challenge might be to write an entire story that takes place in only one room,” which this one does, and is “1-3 pages” so I could use it all as an excuse to simply elaborate on this one.. maaybe. When I have internet again I think I’ll put this one up for your reading pleasure cause I’m curious to get feedback on it. I think I’ll try to put the previous writing assignment result up as well, though in reflection I’ve decided my paper was crap. I was hijacked by trying to write part of a larger story already formed in my mind, but the scope of the assignment didn let me get into the story at all, and the requirements of the story didn’t permit me to adequately address the assignment, so the result was probably crap. Oh well, at least it was better than that of the girl who read hers out loud.
Okay, its 04:14 now, and I have an eight page paper to start and finish before 14:10 tomarrow. 15% of my grade, no late work accepted, and I reeally reeeally ought to take time out to go to Russian since I all missed it today and all. Good times. Heck its not too late to drop, I’d hate to drop this class, but if I do end up taking the 15% hit…
First of all, this presumably will be posted sometime Wednesday as our internet connection is inexplicably completely down right now. It apparently went down around 6:30 this afternoon. Examination of the modem and router revealed that all lights claimed it to be functioning normally, however neither apartmentmate Steve nor I had any connection at all. He concluded that perhaps it was too hot and needed to cool off over night, so presumably he unplugged it and thus there’s no possibility for getting up and running again he looks at it in the morning. Even at that point I’m not entirely sure this course of action will solve the problem, but who knows.
Aside from obviously driving me insane by depriving me of internet --my Dominion, my livejournal, my source of news, and my various friends I habitually communicate with-- it means I cannot upload my two English assignments to briefcase.yahoo.com to download in a campus computer lab and print. I need to risk transporting them on an actual DISK!! /=
Anyay, I think the highlight for today was definitely discovering the legendary and illusive underground tunnel from Olson Hall to Sproul Hall. Yes, I travelled from Olson to Sproul entirely underground today. It was awesome. Having some twenty minutes before my next class and emerging from the Olson computer lab, I thought I’d just go check if the locked door that led to the several restricted rooms which appeared on the floor schematic of that corner of Oslon happened to be unlocked for some reason. To my pleasant surprise, the door was NOT in fact locked, so boldly ventured I within. The Tunnel was well lit and very hot, with numerous pipes taversing the walls. It is definitely not intended for the travel of professors. Reaching the Sproul end of it I almost concluded it did not open up to Sproul on that side, as in all directions there was extreme darkness and machinery and piping. Close inspection revealed to me however a walkway into the shadows between some machinery, which led through more dark hot machine filled space, eventually to a door, through which I emerged into the room I’d previously discovered under Sproul; a cavernous well-lit room with a small amount of machinery, one corner set apart by a chain link wall and filled with shelves with boxes on them. The door from which I’d emerged was labeled “FIRE DOOR – KEEP CLOSED” and didn’t LOOK like it led anywhere. Trying another fire door I discovered it was also both unlocked and led to the room from which I had just emerged.
One of these days I’m definitely going to try to get myself to campus after dark and check out what I suspect is steam tunnels.
Anyway, on to a more chronologic account of the days adventures:
As you will recall I was extremely sleep deprived at time of last posting, or if you don’t recall heck go read the last post. This apparently led me to not set my alarm. Like, I SET it for the time that would be necessary, but I did not set it to GO OFF, an important detail. I consequently missed my first class of the day. Psha on that. My second class of the day was not till 15:10 though, so I had some time to kick it here.
NAT (AKA Natalie Kempkey) from Napa called me around I dunno noonish to inform me she was in town, doing a presentation for the commerce department or something wack like that (she graduated last year), and asking if I wanted to hang out or something. I was of course like “hell yea.” So she came over and we went to Subway and generally kicked it. It was good times.
More random stuff:
Chaz reappeared. He supposedly got called up by the Coast Guard like.. last week.
The conversation “blah blah blah livejournal” “oh you have a livejournal, whats your name?” “emosnail” “oh yoooou’re ‘emosnail’” was once again reinacted today. This time by Tom, Annie’s boyfriend.
I just wrote our third writing assignment for ENL5F, fiction writing. At about 1.4 spacing its three pages long, whereas its supposed to be “1-2 pages” at double space. I would have much rather written it longer, oh well. Our next assignment says “a challenge might be to write an entire story that takes place in only one room,” which this one does, and is “1-3 pages” so I could use it all as an excuse to simply elaborate on this one.. maaybe. When I have internet again I think I’ll put this one up for your reading pleasure cause I’m curious to get feedback on it. I think I’ll try to put the previous writing assignment result up as well, though in reflection I’ve decided my paper was crap. I was hijacked by trying to write part of a larger story already formed in my mind, but the scope of the assignment didn let me get into the story at all, and the requirements of the story didn’t permit me to adequately address the assignment, so the result was probably crap. Oh well, at least it was better than that of the girl who read hers out loud.
Okay, its 04:14 now, and I have an eight page paper to start and finish before 14:10 tomarrow. 15% of my grade, no late work accepted, and I reeally reeeally ought to take time out to go to Russian since I all missed it today and all. Good times. Heck its not too late to drop, I’d hate to drop this class, but if I do end up taking the 15% hit…
