A girl on the hall noticed a potato chip bag in her trash can shaking. When I came back from dinner, she was standing in the hall eyeing it warily. We investigated it, discovered it was a mouse. He was cute and small, and we took him outside... But he'll probably be back.

Got involved in a discussion in the hall... Sort of political theory, in a way... Hard to explain. Anyway, I think I may be more cynical than I thought. It's interesting.

I have a history quiz tomorrow. I am not that ready... I am not ready at all. I am either going to do not so well, or I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. Actually, since I have my radio show, it will probably be both.

Pass/fail, pass/fail, pass/fail, pass/fail...