One room is playing “Rock You like a Hurricane” 

and another is playing “Cyclone.”

Champs. 

Wednesday night is Kimmel Date Night.

And yes. It is cute. And yes. It is repulsive.

Beware.

My floor is a ghost town. We don’t talk to each other, or acknowledge the others existence except for dear Colleen and Lizzie who I thankfully knew from last year. 

I mean I get that we’re all sophomores, we all have our own friends, but I’ve always been the kind of person who enjoys saying hi to the inhabitants of my surroundings, and maybe that’s just too much to expect out of everyone. 

Dang. (Deh-ng.)

Air Orange X I hate you. You claim to be quicker and more reliable than ever but in reality you are never there! You are unpredictable, and I hate you.