True Story

I’m currently listening to:Brand New - Your Favorite Weapon - Jude Law and a Semester Abroad

Alright, so last night, I watched the last two episodes of season two of Lost. I’m not going to lie, waiting until October to see a new episode is going to kill me. I’ll probably be going through withdrawl. However, the number of pseudo-answers and mysteries that were developed in the last few episodes have definitely given me enough to ponder. Now my sister needs to catch up so that I can discuss all of my questions and theories with her, or at least post them here without giving her spoilers. However, the story I am telling really starts after I go to bed.

I finally fell asleep sometime close to 1:45am. At around two, I hear Andy open the front door, and some girl asks if we have a cheese grater. Then she asks if Andy is in Fin 300 and something about a screwdriver, and before I know it, there are two girls in our apartment sitting on the lovesac. At this point, I decided I should probably get up and throw some clothes on to investigate. Apparently, when you are high at 2am, tacos are the food of choice, and these poor girls had all of the ingredients aside from cheese. Unfortunately for them, we had just used all of our cheese on the tacos we ate for dinner. Ironic, I know. We then spent the next half hour or so visiting with one of the few social tenants of 1010 W Stoughton (the other girl didn’t really live here), learning about this mythical courtyard that apparently exists in our building, among other things. After a while, they decided it was time to re-embark on their mission of finding a cheese grater, and returning the disguisting one they borrowed from some girl they didn’t trust. This morning, on the way to class, I ran into them again and they informed me that they had in fact found a cheese grater (and a six sided one at that!). I’m pretty amazed because after all, who keeps a cheese grater in a college apartment?  That is my story for yesterday.

-John