So it’s totally Monday afternoon right now, and I am totally going to write about what I did on Saturday night… because it’s Monday, and all I have done that is noteworthy is go to my usually classes.

But Saturday night? Now, that’s a different story… read on, my friends.

It all starts back about a week or two ago. It was any ordinary day in which I was heading to the mail room to check my mail. I opened up my box and pulled out a letter addressed to me. I knew it wasn’t personal – first off, they mispelled my name, and second, it was printed. I mean, come on? Who prints you a letter? Click to continue »