I have recently discovered that my life feels shallow and incomplete without coffee, which is damned inconvenient seeing how my apartment has nothing but instant swill, and I’m not in a mood to go buy grounds and filters.

I’m in my statistics class, and we’re giving a slow review of shit I covered in high school - boxplots, histograms, probabilities. The guy in front of me to my right is maliciously hitting on the girl in front of me to my left. “Eheh, I bet I’ve never even heard of the bands you like, eheh. What’s your favorite band? Eheh” “Oh, I don’t know, Falloutboy” “Oh, eheh, I’ve heard of him. Them.” So deep and mysterious. I think I might choke.

I guess getting in the crossfire of barely post-adolescent hormones puts me on edge.