There are times when I'm glad that I'm a long trainride away from Irony. This is definitely one of them. In other, non-disturbing-sibling-related news, school is almost done. Almost. I only have one more paper to write. And it's my religion final, which gives me a headache. The Fruit Hoarder and I have resorted to packing to avoid writing papers. You know it's sad when A Dinosaur packs voluntarily. You know what's mean? For the past month we've had ridiculous humidity and now that I'm leaving soon it's dropped back to reasonable levels and I'm having really good hair.
Oh, and tonight the Fruit Hoarder and I decided to rebunk our beds, since we'd have to eventually. Unfortunately, rebunking the beds involves taking -everything- else out of the room, and this complex maneuvering of the beds, because you can't just move one into the other's spot. They have to do this little circular dance around the room. Aargh.