What? *Snooze*

Hokay, so here's what went down last semester one time.. read it as if it's a nice sunny Thursday in the middle of plant mating season.

The other morning, as I snoozed through chapel, periodically hitting the snooze button on my alarm, I had a rather interesting experience in my subconscious.  And here it is:


As I strolled across campus at 5 in the morning, to go to work, All was normal.

*snooze button*

I resumed my venture to the caf, only to see that the lights were flickering.

*snooze button*

I was in the caf, and my boss, Doug, was yelling at one of the high school kids for pushing a giant button on the dish machine that made the lights flicker.

*snooze button*

Behold!  A Piano!  A Steinway had materialized over a pile of puke in the caf.

*snooze button*

Turns out that a friend of mine had found Becca (a flyer in tumbling) in my waking seconds and pulled her legs into a split, and placed her under the piano, on the pile of puke.

*snooze button*

WOW!  The caf turned into the Luce Center multipurpose room where we had practice.  My coach told Annie (another person from tumbling) and I to do a stunt with Becca.

*snooze button*

Annie and I turned on some music resembling Lady Gaga and picked Becca up from beneath the piano.  We didn't know what to do so we just danced around.  Everyone clapped.

*snooze button*

Our coach decided that he had had enough of our shenanigans, so he told us to tear down.  Doing my duties as the man on the team, I turned the heaviest thing (the piano) into an ice cream machine and surfed it down the hallway.

*snooze button*

I made like an ant at this moment, and freaked out and surfed in frantic circles because there was a chair in the way of my ice cream machine.

*snooze button*

I deliberated on what to do with the chair. Karen (another coach) was nice and moved the chair out of the way, much to my problem-solving skills' relief.

*snooze button*

The chair decided to be a sandal that had sunglasses attached.

*snooze button*

I asked Karen how I looked in the sandal-sunglasses. She said I looked "sexy" (a very odd choice of words for her).

*alarm went off and I didn't hit the snooze button*

(I know what you're all thinking: "what's wrong with this kid....................................................?!?!?!
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He hits the snooze button so many dang times!")