Tubasaluki: Quoting music since 2003

That, my friends, is called a headline that draws the reader in

Last night was formal. It was great to see some of the chapter’s alumni, and catch up. It wasn’t so great to be there dateless. Add that to the fact that I’m not quite yet 21, and unable to purchase wine (that’s a real picture of my bedroom. Honest.)
Well, as you can imagine, it was a sort-of frustrating evening.

Meanwhile, back at the labratory…

A quick look at the calendar reveals that there is a month remaining in the semester (then finals). Usually, this is a joyous occasion. But, instead, I’m dreading it. I don’t like to mope, but I will admit that this has been fairly misrable semester, and the thought of another month of it isn’t exactly appealing. As I remarked last night, usually at this point there’s some light to the end of the tunnel. This year, there is no light. (And if there is, its probably coming from this…)

Well, doing laundry tomorrow morning. Won’t that be exciting?

But you’re caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories,

Alan