Today started out with my being woken up to go to class with NathanRepo. Being that it was many hours before the time I normally woke up, this did not bode well. I am a very nocturnal person, and natural light does not agree with me.

We got to our college and I stalked DatingAJew to his class, catching up with him. We were friends back when I was in high school, but recently lost contact. Since he's now attending my college, I'm very excited, and we spent the walk to his class catching up.

After that, I booked it to the lower level to find Oz, the girl I adopted my sophomore year. Much glomping and glee ensued, and I was very excited to have found two people I thought I'd lost to adulthood.

The rest of the day consisted of DatingAJew, me, Oz, and a few other people sitting in chairs in the college cafeteria, around a space where a table probably should have been but wasn't, swapping stories and being crazy college students. The best quote, by far, of the entire time was

some guy: Okay, everyone say how long it's been since you got laid. Go. -points to Oz-
Oz: ...twelve months.
me: Uh, -checks someone's cell phone- about twelve hours.
Oz: -glares- I hate you, mom.

After that, NathanRepo and I departed campus to go play DnD with Pavi, FuckingMoaners, PipeCleanerPenis, CannonFodder, Bodyguard and Beardface. Suffice to say, hilarity ensued.

But the real highlight of this entry is what happened afterward, when NathanRepo, Bodyguard and I were on our way to NathanRepo's house. His car died. And when I say car, I mean that this thing is nearly as old as Pavi and Everyman. And when I say car, I mean Jeep. So, a fucking ton of steel just died about half a mile from the nearest gas station.

Half a mile is not that far on foot. Half a mile is not that far crawling. Half a mile is very, very far when there are only two people pushing and one steering. Half an hour after we started pushing, we had a Good Samaritan stop and offer to buy us gas. Naturally we accepted, and our thighs and shoulders thanked us for it.

After another fifteen minutes or so, he came back with a can of gas, and we gassed up and went on our way, with profound thanks for our Savior.

Best part?

He had a headlight out.