Last night my room got rolled on with 7 people drinking a handle, three bottles, six mickeys, and a few four lokos. I wasn’t in the room when this happened but I walked up just as the RA’s did. Kyle, Murphy, Me, and possibly Oreo and Spencer are all fucked. I’m looking for a place right now but I’m sweatin’ finding a job and paying rent and making myself food. I need an out, or an outlet. What A Hard Day’s Night