Sometimes… I try to tell myself you’re an asshole, but then you make me laugh. It’s really rude of you. I’m trying to not like you. Well… not really. But I’m trying to make it easier, so… so there.

At random, at large…
We had a fire drill today. Which was fantastic because I was late for class, but it didn’t count. Honestly, I could have slept in for another 15 minutes and still been okay. We stood outside in a circle around Sean’s art toolbox. Raul pretended to pray to it while I talked shit about theater majors, who were probably standing all around me. Too early in the morning to care. They’ll do me in eventually.
Apparently when they have a fire drill at my college they lock all the doors except one… Read it again, THEY LOCK ALL THE DOORS EXCEPT ONE! HOW this is, in any way, a source of efficient means for getting mass numbers of people OUTSIDE of a hypothetically burning building baffles me. Why would you lock all the doors to the outside of the building and bottleneck all foot traffic through a stair well that can barely fit two ‘averaged’ (by American standards) sized people side by side. 7 floors, lots of students, some fat, some not. The stairwell is dubious at best. “We would have all died, they said you HAD to go out the 3rd floor, very slow” Connor explained to me. Why shuffle up 3 flights of stairs to safety when there is a perfectly good exit not 15 feet away. Why have all the signs? You people… are stupid. Little orange vests don’t make you any more important. Where do you even find the time to put those on if we’re supposed to evacuate post haste?

Tonight, I get to throw myself into the onslaught of drunk known as Pioneer Square on a Thursday. At least this time I will be making the monies rather than spending them.

Note: I want cheese.