Sniffles

I don't know what in my apartment has decided to reek havoc on my sinuses, but whatever it is is winning the battle. Maybe the apartment is demon-possessed. Only by a super lame demon that can only irritate allergies. That would actually make a pretty good sitcom, "My Dander Demon." I've ruled out the cats because, honestly, they are typically all-upons-me without any problem. I think I may blame whoever moved in upstairs. They could be sending something weird down the vent, like cedar, I know I'm allergic to cedar. And I'd love to go and sit on my patio and study because I'm surprisingly not allergic to the outside, but, oh, wait- someone got mugged by my apartment earlier this week. And to be frank, if a mugger showed up at my apartment trying to take my backpack, it ain't happening. He will have to fight me to the death before I hand over my notes for the semester. No one is taking my 300 notecards of vocabulary without a fight. Maybe Jesus. But he'd have to give me a written note of something saying that I should be excused from my finals due to beatific vision (oh yeah, just snuck one of those words in).

All of this is to say that I've relocated to the library. The library that isn't open 24 hours, even though its finals. The library that has 24 hour study "areas" that are open from 9 am until 3 am. When did 24 hours actually mean 18? I do not like the library. It is too quiet and I can't burst out laughing without getting evil stares.

Oh well. I suppose that scriptures isn't going to learn itself and I should return to pouring over my textbook, that is if I don't fall asleep first.

And all of all of this is to say that I miss the Baker Building. Only Megan and I know that bond, but it was a good bond and I long for it and nerf ICBMs and Twizzler jerky and House of Pies and 4 am S'mores from Wal-Mart over a flameless candle under 45. Basically I miss finals and being an undergrad.