Friday, January 18th

        Friday [Jan. 18]. As I wake up this morning tired & confused & hungover,  I am partially regretful of thursday night outings- Dark clouds are forming.  I was gathering my articles for bathing & I assumed I would be going to Marc Lageer's Chemistry class before noon-time.  I chose to be patient during my routine-  that man takes quite awhile to get his lecture started. I spot beautiful yet eccentric Katrina in the corridor & ask to escort her to class. I am brute-fully informed that I have prepared for the incorrect lecture! O my, for my current engagement is to be in the windowless Nicholson & is a much farther stroll. Tardiness is punishable- The hail begins- my lips burn in the dry Friday wind. I receive a electronic letter from young Taylor. Blessings on her. I pursue a young man it reads- the Brother Vomit stirs. A gorgeous sister & deforestation are both concerns of mine. My bedroom seems to always lose it's tidiness in a matter of seconds- like the raccoon to my August garden- The storm has passed & I will make up for last night's activities & I will spend my Friday evening in the Library. It hushed & I wrote to Professor Uszkalo.

The Older Brother University Student