the winds came down and rains came up

this morning i awoke to a blackened sky and the rumble of the gods playing on their celestial bowling alley. i grappled for my alarm clock and wondered how the hell the sky could be so dark at this hour. i was answered with nuri's screams in the hallway -- is it a tornado?! so i pulled on my shorts and attempted to move down the stairs spotted with the stunned bodies of my housemates. with glazed morning eyes they sat with the door open watching the storm unfold. it was the perfect capstone to our summer: tomorrow we present our research for all those on campus and our stomachs are churning and tensions are high among us.

sarah's worried but i told her that she should spend the whole time speaking on the limitations of research. that way no one can blame her that her lazy ass professor skipped town two weeks ago. mothafucka.

i can hear harry downstairs belting to "i will follow him" which was most recently redone in the Whoopi Goldberg film Sister Act. I can just imagine Harry prancing around in a nun's outfit singing in his tone-deaf baritone. that kid.

sarah, i believe it's your turn.