Right. Irony is relocating, so who knows when she'll be posting something insightful. We shall mourn her absence. Go on, mourn. In other news, orientation weekend has brought an obnoxious slew of tour groups, making it near impossible to get in and out of the suite. It took some expert maneuvering to get into the room with lunch. Later, as the Fruit Hoarder and I were standing outside telling an animated tale of the guy who spent ten minutes vomitting off the balcony above us last night, a large tour group walked by. Bet they don't want to live here now. As I write this, some people are peering under our curtains. One of them just said, 'I think that's a room.' I'm not sure what else it could be, as black holes don't have draperies.
The Fruit Hoarder just informed me that her mother works with Ben Folds' mother. I don't see why she didn't mention this earlier so we could get tickets when he was touring around here.
Perhaps I'll have to throw Cyril the snake at her again.
Oh yeah, and my biology professor is a tricky, sadistic psychopath. And Puppy isn't stopping to visit me on his way back Boston. I hate him. I'd say I'd never speak to him again, but that's a filthy lie as he is one of the few people whose company I can continuously enjoy. Plus he's pretty and one of the only straight boys who knows how to dress. Therefore, he is a resource that cannot be lost.
Who broke the weather?