Time to Hit the Books?
So here I am, back at Butler (at my very own computer) with the promise of a day spent with my friends tomorrow before I hit the books again. It's eleven o'clock and I'm tired. What? Yes, that's right, tired. I feel like Grandmas.
Despite my best efforts of bringing only healthy food stuffs into my dorm, my Uncle Jim foiled my attempt at starting my diet right now by making me my very own cheesecake the size of my head. Feel free to come get some, if for some reason you are in my room (???). I did share it with two lovely girls whilst we watched Veronica Mars for three hours, and I think we did away with a fairly respectible chunk. Not too little to call us finicky, and not too much to call us pigs. So yeah.
Night.
Despite my best efforts of bringing only healthy food stuffs into my dorm, my Uncle Jim foiled my attempt at starting my diet right now by making me my very own cheesecake the size of my head. Feel free to come get some, if for some reason you are in my room (???). I did share it with two lovely girls whilst we watched Veronica Mars for three hours, and I think we did away with a fairly respectible chunk. Not too little to call us finicky, and not too much to call us pigs. So yeah.
Night.