More specifically, Stitch Master P.
Way better ring than 'OJ.'
Wait, you don't know the story behind OJ. Oh well, I guess it'll just have to be one of those mysteries in life you'll never know...
There was a fire alarm in the library today. Instead of being alarmed that there might be fire, I at first thought it was just that alarm they have when people try to steal books and tried to ignore it. After it was determined that the alarm was indeed a fire alarm, I still ignored it and actually tried to continue checking out my book. I just stood there and thought, "Well, let me just finish this first. I'd really like to take this book back." Yeah, I am just that studious people. And that fearless when it comes to fire. Or maybe, after being woken in the wee hours of the day by a fire alarm earlier this week, I don't quite care for them anymore.
Speaking of libraries, it is the fourth day of classes and that place was already so packed it's scary. Well, I thought it was packed, at least. There were hordes of people on every floor, study rooms were in use, and lots of reserves were already taken out. But the flatmate described it as "near-empty." Which is sad. Because, not even speaking in numbers, but just percentage wise, that place was carrying at a fuller capacity than H&L will ever be during exams. It was fuller than the Pub on Thursday nights. It was even fuller than your mom after a trip to Grand Buffet. (I know. Completely uncalled for. I don't know what came over me, I just had to make a your-mom crack.) I don't dare imagine what that place would look like come reading week. Or even tomorrow morning.
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