A fantastic thought struck me tonight on the way to dinner. Instead of yelling "Man on the Hall!", Agnes students and their male guests should just play the penis game every three doors. Imagine the hilarity that would ensue. Unfortunately, I don't see myself having a male guest over anytime soon just so I can try that. Boo.

I have come to the conclusion that the vast majority of the nerds in my year are closet nerds. I'll write on this later when I get a chance to write something coherent.

I did finish everything on my to-do list, of which I'm proud. Egrade is being evil and won't take my DE answers. I'll rework them later just in case I'm wrong and have done something more than misplace a set of apostrophes. I have until the test to turn them in anyway.

Before dinner I fell asleep on top of all my books. It felt nice, even if I was a little uncomfortable. I can't squish my precious books, after all, although I do feel like it sometimes. I probably will in a few weeks.
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Yes, I know I'm all over the place today. It's okay, though. Not much worth writing about happens on the weekend. Of course, not much worth writing about happens during the week either, but I still choose to write. The literary world would be very quiet if only the best ever wrote.