'Twas the Night Before Tuesday

Allow me to set the scene for you.

We're in the laundry room lounge. White walls, blue booths, a row of outdated computers and purple spinning office chairs. 

I'm at my computer, waiting for Sierra to come back from printing Potato's paper. Across the table from me is Krajecki, who is watching some sort of Japanese children's show about hamsters called Hamtaro and blogging. www.maddrabbitnurse.blogspot.com. Check it out! *Disclaimer: parental guidance suggested* 

Sierra has just arrived with a bowl of ramen. I am now starving. I think it's time for ramen.

Mal-Mal is over at the computer, "working" on her paper (we all know what's going on there, Mal-Mal. Stop watching The Wanted and playing Sims.) She's been there for three hours. Mal-Mal's actual computer is in the booth behind me. Sherlock's working on fixing the charger port, which means there's just random chunks of laptop scattered everywhere. He's blasting loud music. Me and Krajecki asked him to turn it down with limited success. 

Potato has returned as well, bringing ramen and chocolate, which he is now sharing. Sorry Sierra, you may have competition. 

I'm thinking I'm going to get ramen now. It sounds really good. 

This is the kind of thing that happens every night here in college. Needless to say, I love college. 

Song for this post: Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf. Don't ask. Only we will ever understand.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSO0lCO3TIg

Have a good one, people! 

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.