Meet my lab group. I've spent more time these past two days on chemistry lab than on life. My life is so sad.
TJ says, "PARTY in the hizhousefizzleshizzle!"
J says, "Time for lab. Change into pants."
C says... actually, she was pretty quiet.
The thing about the pity texts... I was in the lounge with a friend a while ago and I was expecting a text. I thought my phone vibrated, so I was sad when I discovered that I had actually imagined the vibration. He felt [I had typed "left" instead of "felt" earlier. Maybe I'm more dyslexic than I thought...] sorry for me and sent me a pity text. When I retold this story to my lounge, my floormates thought it would be hilarious to bombard me with pity texts.
Melinda says, "Stop pity texting me."
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"He left sorry for me and sent me a pity text."
dyslexic, much?
hahaha
Oh those phantom vibrations...they get me every time.
And aw your friends are adorable for the pity text bombardment. This lounge sounds cute as well.
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