I think I'm going to like this posting pictures thing. This is me and Sarah, flattened like squished flies against the wall in the good old Harold B. Lee Library. I guess it's weird to miss getting up at 5am to go clean a library, but it was one of my main social outlets. I mean, you make your best friends when you're slinging together the most incomprehensibly fragmented sentences that have ever left your mouth. And the scary thing is, everyone around you knows exactly what you're talking about. "You know you're tired when the trash starts to look comfortable."
