Springtime is so nice. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, campus officials finally decide the lagoon grass is worth mowing… but the one thing that I just can’t stand about spring is the high school student tours. Those fuckers just keep getting in my way. Can’t they see that the line at Woodstock’s… err… an important class is filling quickly and that I need to be in it as soon as possible?

Tomorrow’s Forecast: The Weatherhuman runs up to a would-be freshman, grabs him/her by the shoulders, looks crazily to the left and screams, “Run… RUN!” before sprinting away. Oh, the joys of life.