Well, today I got three things done. I researched and wrote a column for this week's Wartburg Trumpet....that took me around 3 hours. Later on, I started working on my resume and made some major, major head-way. Maybe I'll email it to myself over Fall Break so I can finish it then. The last thing I did was go grocery shopping. And spent 50 bucks. 50 bucks that I really don't have to spend right now, but oh well. The old Corey would've gone hungry more often and just dealt with it. But not anymore. If I'm hungry, I eat. It's that simple.

Anyway, it's nearing on 1 a.m. and I should go to bed...though I have a feeling that I'll get a call from the roommates to go pick them up from a party. Too bad. I dropped them off and attempted to go in just to be polite and wish the roommate that was throwing it a happy birthday. But no, he had to be a dick like he normally is (especially when he's been drinking) and threatened to pour beer on me because I wasn't wearing a costume. So I left. Screw him. I wasn't planning on going anyway, I was just trying to be nice. The roommates that need a ride are an unfortunate casualty of the jerk roommate. They'll get home safe, that's not a worry. But it'll probably end up being a headache for the jerk roommate. Good.