Harvard cops rock

If this first week of college is any indicator, then I am going to die before Thanksgiving. Today I skipped two meals to finish two seminar applications which I have known about for probably a month and which were only 750 words combined. Last night, instead of writing them, Hannah dressed up my room mate (Roy Kimmey: a picture should be up for his facebook soon) until four in the morning for which I got to be a spectator as her room mate pried me with questions about my sexuality and whether I was Roy's fuck buddy. I have also been late to just about every meeting scheduled by our proctor, who also had to violently shush me at "Sex Signals" today (although, Harvard students analyzing sex WAS funny and well deserved the comments I made). At least if I die, I will do so in the arms of a TASPer. Or better yet, eight of them (I already used my hug from David). You guys better visit soon, and I'll see what I can do.