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6:11 a.m. [2003-02-20]

Ok, it is now 6:11 a.m. and we can't get into the damn STARS server to register for housing. I could be sleeping. Like I'm going to get a room I wanted anyway. Single? Forget it.

Though it was pretty funny when the alarm went off at 5:45. I was so confused, "What the hell??? What's with your alarm, Meagan? It's gone crazy..."

On the bright side, I'll actually see the sun rise. Which I haven't for awhile. Not since last summer.

I'm really thinking of justing screwing it and going back to sleep, it's apparent the server is way too full. They need to get a stronger one...or they need to time things better. Telling us to "Wake up early in the morning to get register the soonest!" didn't help any. So, now we're all waiting. Heh, this is a Simpsons moment: "We call it the Three Stooges Theory..."

Ah, there's the train. Sounds so loud in the distance...because it echos in our little valley. Makes the dorm shake.