A group of us are supposed to be doing Relay for Life tonight. Except we don't know where it is. Apparently it's not on the track, where everyone thought it was. Naturally, they aren't answering their phone. We're kind of hoping they don't call us back so we don't have to go, because it's cold and raining and we've already contributed our money. If we do have to go, it's a good thing I bought a ridiculously overpriced school hooded sweatshirt to keep me warm.
It's also orientation weekend. Again. I swear, this school has more open house/orientation/special theme weekends than any other university. Ever. They start in February. And there are tour groups to wade through every day during the week. Where the hell do they all come from? All they do is walk slowly and invade our suite and take all the food from the dining hall and stand there incompetently unable to figure out how the milk dispenser works.
The tours were supposed to stop by 5:00. They're still coming. This means you can never get into the bathroom because there are always people in there doing studious examinations of the showers. This is a college; you really don't want to be looking too closely at the bathrooms. Especially since my suitemates love to leave big fuckoff piles of clothing on the floor for weeks at a time. This song is mean. I like it.

PS. Okay boyos, if you want to drive down from Maryland to visit your girlfriend -every- weekend, that's fine. But do not use the shower when there are people who actually have to be at class by a certain time while all you have to do is loaf around all day. And also, this is a suite full of girls. Do not act surprised when a girl comes into the bathroom while you're brushing your teeth in your boxers. Do not pretend to be shy. You knew there'd be females. Do not pretend to be overly concerned about your state of undress; we don't care. We are bleary eyed and you are not exactly Sark, so there's no reason for us to take note. Mostly, we just want you to get away from the sink.