Head. Wall. Repeat as necessary.

This is my story:

I'm studying bio and hating my life on fourth floor berry (aka, the hardest part of the library to get to). At 2:56, I realize that I have to give a tour at 3pm. I haul ass out of the library, run to my room to get my Official Tour Guide Nametag, stab myself repeatedly while affixing said nametag to my coat, attempt to cut across the lawn in front of Baker through the snow and WIPE OUT in a really epic fashion, get up, dust myself off, continue running to McNutt, burst into the admissions office and discover....


that there are no tours this week. SWEET.