finals? what finals?

Things I did this weekend instead of study for finals:

1. Discover that I can fit comfortably inside a cardboard box.

2. Attempt to scare people on my floor by hiding inside said box, waiting outside their doors, and then popping out at them.

3. Fail to scare a single person by taking part in this activity (but enjoy it immensely nonetheless).

4. Run around forcibly placing said cardboard box on innocent, stressed-out people's heads.

5. Take pictures of Jenny wearing a scarf in as many different ways as possible (as a babushka... as a beard... etc).

6. Dress Jenny up as a hipster.

7. Conduct a photoshoot of Jenny dressed as a hipster.

8. Scavenge through a stranger's refrigerator. 

9. Find enough minced garlic in said refrigerator to feed at least all of China in the aftermath of a global disaster... and then (of course) take pictures with it.

10. Discover that in closed quarters, people tend to flock to the place farthest from where Jenny and I are located. Also, discover that people who do not know me assume that I am permanently intoxicated.

11. Learn that I fail at building pyramids, but excel in the artistic component of pong.

12. Take starry-eyed lover photos with Jenny to rival those of ____ and _____.

13. Escape a potential underwear-sniffing, Level-5 creepster who tried to get me to share his storage space at the A-American Storage facility. ("Oh, I thought you were my son's friend." Right. And I mistook you for Brad Pitt.) 

14. Surprise-attack people with my roommate's Chinese back massage contraption under the pretense of giving them hugs.

15. Consume my last, glorious In-'n-Out meal of the year. (And then experience foodbaby- induced labor pains.)

16. Have a nice long chat with an EVK chef about the significance of churro Sundays and chicken nugget Tuesdays.

17. Take a "Which Sailor Moon Character Are You?" quiz after hearing rave reviews from Jenny and Steph (Venus, if you were wondering).

18. Get back in touch with my piano-playing roots.

19. Run down the halls with Jenny maniacally soaking everyone in sight with a squirt gun ( the one that was hanging from the bathroom door) again.. and again... and again. (Pretty sure it got really old really fast for most involved.)

20. Decide that I may, in fact, miss this place after all.

Because obviously, I had nothing better to do than hide in boxes outside people's doors.