Mercer isn't dead after all . . .
So I went on a run last night. I've been fighting a not so nice lung cold that makes me sound like Joe Camel's slightly more attractive sister. I figured by running I make my body absolutely desperate for air and therefore force it to heal my lungs so that I can breathe and so I don't die. So I ran forever. My everything hurts today. I got back to my dorm completely red in the face and totally sweaty (mmm, yum) and these guys suddenly show up at my dorm room claiming that they're not from around here, that they're lost, and are they in Terry?
Being a regular Nancy Drew, I immediately noticed that the blonde one was wearing a Husky jacket. But I played along and gave them directions to Terry. Then they admitted that they weren't lost but rather they lived in Mercer East. They said they just wanted to talk to me. They hung out for a little bit, looked through my Vicky's catalogues, I gave them my extra Porsche posters and they borrowed the movie "Big" and then invited me to hang out. I didn't make it over to watch the movie with them, but I ran into the blonde one this morning at Terry Cafe and I apologized. Look guys, I'm finally making friends in the same dorm!
Being a regular Nancy Drew, I immediately noticed that the blonde one was wearing a Husky jacket. But I played along and gave them directions to Terry. Then they admitted that they weren't lost but rather they lived in Mercer East. They said they just wanted to talk to me. They hung out for a little bit, looked through my Vicky's catalogues, I gave them my extra Porsche posters and they borrowed the movie "Big" and then invited me to hang out. I didn't make it over to watch the movie with them, but I ran into the blonde one this morning at Terry Cafe and I apologized. Look guys, I'm finally making friends in the same dorm!