Too gangsta for Harvard - we just don't care

K: Hey J, can you help me put on my hood? K has her hands stuffed into her pockets, yet they are still freezing in the single digits weather.
J: Just finished buttoning his own jacket and looks at K incredulously, Are you serious?
K: Nods
J: Agh, fine J helps K put on her hood
K: I'M IN MY HOOOOOODDDD.
J: ...hahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The draw of a folded piece of paper from a basketball bowl reveals - I get to keep my single for the rest of the year. YES. Ensue fist pumpage.
If I had a double my roommates would not be able to stand my living style (people over late at night, 2 alarms going off). I wonder if people are really that excited to share a double, or maybe it's just a way to compensate for the fact that they, well, got a double.

Hawaiian music is soothing, as is John Legend.

I like these types of shots. They leave a lot of questions unanswered. Not the way I like it, but the way I like to leave other people.