Streaker....streaker on campus who WASN'T my mother (thank god) nor was it a she. It was a he. He what streaked. I'm still a bit O_O. I went to the cafe and I met a very interesting boy who never shut up. He was talking about the freedom of nudity. We all know I am the LAST person to need THAT lecture. Anyway his name was Quinn and I think he knew the streaker. Maybe they planned it together, who knows. I learned that Quinn has a cat named Booster and he really very much likes noodles but not the stringy kind. Whatever that means.
He talked really a lot.
Now I am home.
University is weird.
Does anyone want to come over? I think now is a good time to spend lots of time together and be all....groupy. Support=good yes. I promise I won't streak.