The events following

So, immediately after I exploded
and wrote the previous post (control+v has never been so fulfilling),
I...

1. 2:52 - Proceeded to exit my dorm and began to run, probably a 7:30 pace or so, given the extra energy from my frustration
2. 3:15 - (approx) Arrived at the music building (I ran in spasmodic patterns across the horseshoe and such for the majority of the time, yelling various obscenities and such)
3. 3:16 - discovered that the opera room was open, proceeded to play the BEST RECITAL OF MY LIFE FOR NOBODY with my jury pieces.
4. 3:35 - Left said music building, walked in a straight line along the middle of College street until I reached the Horseshoe (I made a Ryder truck stop at a green light, and got flipped off).
5. 3:50 - Walked through 4 sprinklers without flinching
6. 4:00 - Arrived at my apartment, and have never felt more like a man.

My name is Joseph Harold Montoya.
I am a sinful man of unclean hands and unclean lips.
Jesus Christ, the perfect son of the living God, creator of the universe and foundation of the word, is the only hope I have in this universe, and I am his
and only his forever.
Amen