I hate fire alarms.
Our fire alarm went off this morning at 6:30. Griff, Trivedi, Julie, and I were the only ones on our staircase that were here. So we're all outside in our pajamas (Griff in boxers... because he had just gotten out of the shower... he's so hot.)
Triv: Do you lot have any fun and exciting plans for today?
Griff, Julie, and Me: Papers....
Me: I should not have spent all day reading Harry Potter... I have way too much to do...
Triv: Oh! Did you finish it?
All three of us nod
Triv: I was SO disappointed that Harry didn't die!
Julie: Well... he did...
Triv: Not enough. I wanted carnage! None of this psychological bullshit.