My poor floor

I must say, from time to time the Shoreland (I don't know how it pulls it off) manages to quite effectively offend my senses but not my literary sensibilities. I now know it for a fact that if the lobby smells rancid in Act 2 (to the point that it must be remarked upon at length), the culprit must be used to vacuum the floor in Act 4.

So, my room smelled like horrid burning last night and the carpet's still just as filthy. Thanks, Shoreland, for lending me the vacuum that did so molest my nose two years ago. I now know its name is 33. That was a mystery I wasn't expecting to solve. You'd better not charge me for the burn marks on the floor by my couch.

Classes!

I think this might be the earliest I've been able to make a "Hey guys, these are my classes!" post. This makes me very happy, on top of the happy I already am over my classes. So, my schedule for this quarter looks like this:

( In which I ramble at length about my classes )