jam du jour: Love, Love, Love by Tristan Prettyman
In about three hours, I will be participating in one of the world's lamest fire drills (and a way for residence life to see what kind of contraband you have in your rooms).
I don't know about you, but if you live in the back houses which are separated from the main campus by two parking lots, and the fire were in one of the main campus building, wouldn't it be smart to, I don't know... stay by the back houses, in the parking lot, away from the fire? Going to the circle and walking amongst burning buildings just does not seem logical.
I'm snarky and sleep-deprived, bare with me.
Time to figure out where I want to escape to for the thirty minutes or so.
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