Also, don't really know why I'm blogging right now...besides the fact that I don't have anything better to do with my life...because not much has happened as of late that is anywhere near worth reporting to the world. Or even the tiny little audience that might still read this thing every once in awhile...
I was doing work. I was studying for my fart history exam that is coming up on Wednesday...but that turned into inserting hopefully what turn out to be helpful comments into LB's personal statement and tinkering around on the internet...as per usual.
Dinner is up in the air. As in, I have no idea what I'm doing since the stupid caf is closed. Why they do that to me on Saturday evenings, I don't really know. Personally I think it's cruel and unusual punishment. Isn't that a book or something? But. Bottom line is. I'm rather starved, and the caf is rather closed. Therefore. We're in a little bit of a pickle. And by we, I mean me (slash I) because well, this doesn't really include any of you loyal readers out there...I just don't want to face this one alone. Hahaha this is sickening.
Also, something to keep a note of: the Dude on North is REAL hot. At. All. Times. Like Schvitzing City hot. So, when you go, if you decide to take a vacation or something, bring some warm weather clothes. Or (yes, there is an or) if you don't feel like de-robing upon entry into a place of learning (I can understand how some wouldn't feel comfortable doing so, they may feel bad disrupting a fellow student's brainwaves or something equally ridiculous) then there are a few glorious spots positioned right below slash to the side of an air vent that really does the cool down trick. It will make your stay much more enjoyable. Really, it's nothing, just a bit of free advice. You can thank me the next time you see me.
In addition to the wonderful tidbits I have already provided, I would like to report an extremely passive aggressive occurrence. So once upon a time, in a wing of this beautiful castle on Washington Heights there were two girls. One of these females decides to swipe out the other's name whenever it is written on her whiteboard...(but late at night when no one else is around...hence, mystery swiper). Then, this certain female decides to Scotch tape my ruler to my door that she has held captive all semester and leave a note about it on the whiteboard. Heaven forbid she knock! Perhaps she has sensitive knuckles...? Always a possibility I suppose!
Anyhoozles. Creeper McCreeperson case is progressing...interestingly. Hahahaha we shall see, we shall see. Most likely it shall just continue to ruin lives through the beginning of next semester, but hey! Miracles can happen! :)
Signing off. Slash not. I am forever signed on to Blogger on this beautiful laptop.
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