So it's almost 4 AM and we're having a slumber party... but Steven's passed the fuck out and has been snoring (LOUDLY!) for the past hour and a half. We caught it on vlog, no worries people, it'll be up shortly.
My fish died. Stephanie Fish, Bryan, and Armando - RIP. I'm not getting new ones because I'll probably just kill them on accident. Even though we have a two week warranty - if your fish die within two weeks, you can just put them in a ziploc and bring them into PetSmart with your receipt, and walk out with brand new fish! Yay! But somehow the idea of keeping my fish in a ziploc in the fridge overnight so I can get more the next day is disturbing. When would that process end, ya know? Within the next two weeks, I'd just be getting more again. Fuck.
Steve's still snoring. We took a walk tonight around campus, and apparently it wore him out. Sarah and I were having some good conversation until the people upstairs starting having loud, crazy sex. Good for them, but the banging noise is irritating after a while. We're going craaazzyyyy.
Steven dropped classes today - fucking slacker. I'm sure he'll tell you about that later. So now he has Friday's off, so when I'm taking an exam at 9 AM he'll still be sleeping like a baby. Life's rough.
Over and out.
-Samantha
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