La la laa...
Right now it's 8:45 in the morning. I've finished breakfast, and I've decided I want to make an entry.
So, I guess I'll recap last night.
Open floors! Yay! Han and I had to finish our papers, we didn't know where Rani was (Rachel was at Olive Garden), and we needed a gallon of 2% milk. So we call Al, run the money down to him, chat a bit with people, and go back up. In the meantime, shitloads of people came through our room asking to print stuff and I somehow finished American Beauty (good movie).
Then Al calls.
"What kind of milk did you want?"
Fair question. "A gallon 2%. It's got a green top on it."
"Okay...what does a gallon of milk look like?"
"...you've GOT to be kidding me..."
"I'm not..."
*deep sigh* "Al, it's the big one."
"Okay, I think I found it."
Al, you're special.
Don't quite remember what happened for a few hours, except for that I could've sworn I heard Steven call out, "Isha!" a number of times (just like usual), and if I heard, I responded.
I somehow ended up going to the music room with Al in an attempt to 1) get away from Zoheb and 2) just get away from Beaty. It was nice and relaxing (I just sat and read Slaughterhouse Five while Al practiced) until Ben (or was it Mike?) called.
Crap, gotta run to my lab. The quicker I get done, the quicker I leave. I estimate me leaving around lunchtime. I hope so, at least. At the latest, 2. I'll write more later.
Feel sorry for me---I cut myself twice last night. There was so much blood that it was getting all over the floor after a matter of seconds without a paper towel. They still hurt...
So, I guess I'll recap last night.
Open floors! Yay! Han and I had to finish our papers, we didn't know where Rani was (Rachel was at Olive Garden), and we needed a gallon of 2% milk. So we call Al, run the money down to him, chat a bit with people, and go back up. In the meantime, shitloads of people came through our room asking to print stuff and I somehow finished American Beauty (good movie).
Then Al calls.
"What kind of milk did you want?"
Fair question. "A gallon 2%. It's got a green top on it."
"Okay...what does a gallon of milk look like?"
"...you've GOT to be kidding me..."
"I'm not..."
*deep sigh* "Al, it's the big one."
"Okay, I think I found it."
Al, you're special.
Don't quite remember what happened for a few hours, except for that I could've sworn I heard Steven call out, "Isha!" a number of times (just like usual), and if I heard, I responded.
I somehow ended up going to the music room with Al in an attempt to 1) get away from Zoheb and 2) just get away from Beaty. It was nice and relaxing (I just sat and read Slaughterhouse Five while Al practiced) until Ben (or was it Mike?) called.
Crap, gotta run to my lab. The quicker I get done, the quicker I leave. I estimate me leaving around lunchtime. I hope so, at least. At the latest, 2. I'll write more later.
Feel sorry for me---I cut myself twice last night. There was so much blood that it was getting all over the floor after a matter of seconds without a paper towel. They still hurt...