Today I was stupid and forgot my keys before methodology class, and was outside for a good hour before LJ was able to save me (thank god he was available and it wasn’t snowing or something). Note to self: make copies of your house & car keys and put them everywhere.

And wtf — Bevin was freaking here all that time — is he deaf? I knocked until my hands hurt and tried yelling his name and throwing pebbles at his window (most of which didn’t hit ’cause it’s on the second story), yet nothing happened so I assumed he’d walked to class or gotten picked up by a friend or something. Bah.

Jezabelle purrs really loud and has cat breath. Ew. LOL.

And happy belated 27th birthday to Brian — love you mucho, and you’re not old