We didn't start the fire! It was always burning since the world's been turning...
Well, another year, another fire incident at RVC. This time it was West 2nd that did the honours, with a little adventure involving DIY flamethrowers (hairspray+matches= fiery goodness). Nothing actually got torched, so I suppose the old T2 crew still retains the burnination title, but there was enough smoke to set off the full alarm system. Needless to say, Juice was not too happy about marching across the street in her nightgown. I say it's her own damn fault for being in bed at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Other than that, not much is going on. Handed in my very last paper on Wednesday after staying up for 40 hours straight getting it done. I wouldn't have had to deprive myself of so much sleep if I had started the bloody thing on Monday night, but Juice and Claire showed up at my door with fresh-baked cookies and A Clockwork Orange...exactly how was I supposed to turn that down?
The last few days have been an absolute blast. Thursday night saw me head out to Starbucks with Juice and Trevor to drop off my resume and harass Danielle. What started out as a 20 minute coffee break turned into an extended stay at the cafe (with free cafe mochas all around), a wee stay at Brutopia for a pint, and then we stopped in at Burger King for a bit. We hung out, stuffed our faces, and Trevor called me his little Whopper Junior. Awww....
Then of course, there was the party at Tessa's. As we hung out at her beloved shithole, I caught up with friends, made a few new ones that I'll probably never see again, took my first crack at a shisha (and loved it), and had the pleasure of seeing Emily drag some hapless boy into her room. Problem was that half the coats were in said room, so we got Tessa to take the bullet. :)
