winterophelia

OMFG. I. MISS. ROSE.

...and food. I'm really f-ing hungry. As always, bleh.
I've be teh uber lazy lately, sitting at my computer all day. I think going home will revitalize things a little. There's a lot going on after break compared to the first half of the semester.
Gahh, in some ways I can't wait to go home and see people and be lazy at my house (though I have the sneaking feeling my parents are going to make me do things, ew).

Last weekend can be explained through a series of photographs, so here goes nothing.

Friday:

I was drawn on by Zeke and Channing. Translation: "The waves are bleeding."

Channing's handiwork.

Tent. That's all you get.

We stood around a lot, trying to figure out where to go.

We ended up putting on togas and going to the No Pants party and then to the French House.

Saturday:

Got up early to go to Madison. Channing sitting among bikes!

Robert took this rad shot of the rest of us ordering food.

He also took this of Abby and me looking classy.

Mmm, adorable.

We shopped relentlessly...and Robert took a picture in Ragstock, which has a no-picture taking policy.

Ian and his pizza place.

We saw pretty buildings like this...

...and this.

Channing died in a tent.

We got back to campus and killed some time...

Which involves making cheeseburgers at 3am in the Chapin 3rd lounge while watching bad tv and talking to drunk people.

Sunday:

Channing is lovely.

Ben and Diana told us how they're going to have a child and be the worst parents ever, over a wonderful meal of grilled cheese and ramen noodles.

Less than 4 days to go. 1 quiz. 2 midterms. Ahhh.