Uta-No-Jiyu

I was doing my psychology readings when a group of four relatively young army guys take the table next to mine. They start recounting humourous anecdotes from their time on base and I tune in to hear a story that I thought couldn't possibly be true on account of how ridiculous it was. I'm not up on my army or gun terms, but it went something like this: There was once a Private who was not, well, as competent I guess we could say, as the rest of the recruits. One of the results of this was that he always lost his rifle. Now, I imagine that would be a very difficult thing to do, but apparently it happened so frequently that his commanding of

So far today I've: -hit up a 90's snack party -had an upside down foot-fight on the floor in the library with my friend Marcus -had adventures in origami Right now all the theatre students are busy learning monologues or (increasingly) desperately dropping eggs off high places and hoping that their paper contraptions will keep them from breaking. I have to get back to the origami "party" and the frustratingly vague instruction book. (Luckily stereotypes exist for a reason and my Asian roommate wandered in at one point and corrected us without even looking at the book) (Unfortunately I can't ask for her help now, she just ran in, yell

I just spent 3 hours cleaning a house I haven't lived in for years. Good lord, the tenants after us turned it into a dump. And somehow managed to get the clock on the kitchen stove to let the minutes go up to 99 instead of 59. But seriously, that places was a right foul mess. And the pennies... There were pennies EVERYWHERE, and the just kept appearing. I picked up so many I thought the only reasonable explanation for this was that there was a ghost who was dropping them for either the lolz or more sinister reasons. When the trail of pennies led me into the one room I'd never been in (even after having lived there a year) with what was