I'm studying at Van Pelt Rosengarden library with the Numa numa yei song blasting into my ears, and suddenly the guy sitting across from me lets out a gigantic fart. I heard it loud and clear through the music- that's how loud it was. I don't think he was even that embarrassed because he just grinned sheepishly at his neighbors. We all kinda stared at each other and at the perpetrator and giggled to ourselves before going back to our books.
I've got a full weekend coming up: Dessert/performing night tonight, Applebee's/strictly funk on Friday, Chord on Blues and Jin's dinner on Saturday. And studying. That almost reads like an afterthought. How anticlimactic.
P.S.: I bought my cap 'n' gown- eek!
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