Roommate from HELL

People complain about their roommates all the time. They're messy; they leave crumbs on the counter; their boyfriend farts; blah, blah, etc, etc. I have no pity for them because my roommate is the worst. She drinks my blood.

Yeah, that's right. TOP THAT!

She appeared Sunday night, and she won't go away. However, the three bites she's gotten in so far are irrelevant. All warriors have scars. In the end, I shall prevail.

Despite my best attempts, she has thus far eluded me. She must be the stealthiest mosquito in the land. I scoured that room looking for her, but found not a trace of her insect glory. My most recent plan: to stay out of the room and let her starve to death, does not seem to be going well. I say this because an article I just read claims that mosquitos can live up to 72 hours without feeding. I've been out of there for about 12.

*sighs* I guess I'll be sleeping at Teale's for awhile.

Gradumatating

I cannot believe that I've spent the last four years of my life at Cal. It feels like maybe two tops. Devika and I were just getting to know each other yesterday. I'm sure I just managed to breach the space-time continuum and skip ahead a little while. Einstein would be so proud. Or maybe devestated, I'm reallly not sure which...

Unfortunately, any feelings of nostalgia for the good ol' freshmen days are extremely hampered by the 14 page paper I have due next Tuesday during my final. My 8am final. Yeah, after that, I'm pretty sure I'll just be thanking my lucky stars that I'm done.

As you can see from the time stamp, this paper will be constructed entirely in the nocturnal mode of academia. I just don't have time for it otherwise, what with this weekend being taken up by graduation nonsense.

I'm excited, can you tell? :p Watch out Beckett's, the Irish are coming!