It’s 12:45 on Friday night, or Saturday morning rather. I’m in the library with countless others cuz its finals week. Stupid paper, my days of serious school are over soon (till I get into grad school which I must.) Anyways, this kid sitting across from me is face deep in some horridly boring looking book. That’s not the funny part. Everyone here has their shnoz in a book.
This dude is wearing a dark green t-shirt with big white block lettering that says “LIFE OF THE PARTY.” Clearly this dude is not the life of the party. It’s past midnight on a Friday and he’s in the library. Filthy liar.

I have no photo for this so is another from the soldier’s homecoming parade yesterday.