Sadistic Bastards...

Seriously, whoever decided that we needed a fire drill at 6 AM, are a bunch of sadistic bastards, because I'm sorry, you don't do fire drills at 6 in the bloody morning at the start of midterms. It simply isn't done. Practically everyone thought that it was their alarms going off. Even I did, despite the fact that my alarm doesn't even have that setting. But once I figured it out I turned on the light and somehow grabbed pants and put on my housecoat, jacket, and shoes. Because shoes are good. Stacey forgot her shoes.

I don't know about you, but I seriously think I would rather die warm from incineration than die cold from hypothermia. But that's just me. After we could finally go back inside, most of my wing decided to go back up the fire escape. Which we weren't supposed to do, but did anyway. We ended up in the guys' wing, most of which came down to the fire escape and laughed at us before letting us in again.

I didn't bother going back to bed as I had an 8 o'clock class. Instead, I watched an infomercial about the "magic bullet" until the Mar opened. It was thrilling.

I had sooo much caffiene today. It was definitely not good. In fact, I feel soooo sick right now. But that may be from the instant, low-fat, high-fibre soup my dad is trying to poison me with. Out of the three he bought me, this one tasted the best, and it tasted like sick. No joke, and I ate it. All of it. Because I was hungry. I'm now really regretting that decision.

But I Rutherforded it up today after Spanish and after Econ. It was hottastic. I should really go to Rutherford more often. I heart Rutherford.

I also heart sleep, but that isn't happening so far this week. Stupid buggers...I shake my fist at you!