This took place yesterday afternoon, as I struggled to get the tangles out of my wet hair. Andrea: [Walking down the hall, just getting back from class. She sees me and halts.] Ooh.Me: [Struggling with the comb, arms tired as hell, and I’m only halfway done.] I know, right? Sometimes, very briefly, I want to cut it off.Andrea: No. I’m jealous. Now I want to do your hair. Let me do your hair.Me: [Instant panic] Hell, no! You are not burning my hair. Begone, with your evil ideas.Andrea: I don’t burn hair. I just want to straighten it.Me: Oh, and that’s accomplished by running a cold curling iron along hair,…

Every Saturday night, a bunch of folks hole up in one room and play “Caps” (don’t ask, ‘cuz I don’t know the details…) and drink themselves into oblivion. Last night, the weekly drinking party was held on my floor. Imagine my joy. I’m not exaggerating on the “oblivion” part, whatever my own… feelings… on the subject of alcohol. I went to the bathroom about 01:00, and a girl just shoved past me as I was walking in and stumbled toward the stall, spewing just before she reached the toilet. All I could think was that I would not want to have my face and hands near were people put their…

Go here. I’m sorry. [Listening to: Something Fresh/Mama Used to Say – Spooks – S.I.O.S.O.S., Vol. 1 (04:15)]

Yesterday was both the best and worst day I’ve had at Rose yet. Fer skerious (to quote a friend). I woke up at 06:30 after about four hours of sleep, and proceeded to skip breakfast, barely pass a major Physics exam (I’ve estimated my grade at about 75%, using the answers he posted online) that my friend Kitty-Cat burst into tears and sobs in the middle of, and mumble my way through my Rhetoric class because I hadn’t finished my reading in the one class I can (and usually do) hold my own. I went on to hurredly scribble some answers to my curve-sketching Calculus assignment minutes before the class…

I would just like to say, for the record, that I love Luke. Luke, more affectionately known by some of us girls on the Thorn staff as Chunk (a reference to “The Goonies”), keeps all of us on the Thorn staff as sane as we can be. When I feel like ranting, cussing, throwing shit, and hitting my co-workers (particularly our very own George Dawkins. Grr), Luke is there to diffuse the situation. Folks, when it gets past 01:00 (and thus way past my bedtime), this is crucial, as I quickly alternate between hella giddy and hella bitchy the more tired I get. He patiently helps me with my sthoopid…