Mortal Combat vs. Street Fighter

Mother Nature has stopped being a bitch and finally she is giving us cooler weather.  I'd be cliche and say "I lOvE tHe RaIn :) <3!!!" But then i would be like every other lying girl on Facebook.  I don't mind the rain but it's not like I'll go absolute ape shit when the weatherman predicts 45% chance of precipitation.  Really I'm just happy it's getting to be fall.  Sweater weather.

I skipped math today. I had no motivation to walk through the rain.  I came back to my dorm and studied, so I guess that kind of cancels out, right?  If it doesn't it should. I then went to Sugarhouse Coffee to study which is where the title for today came from.  I was just sitting there reading and highlighting when a group of three nerdy teenagers come in and start discussing fighting games at the top of their lungs. "NO LISTEN! Street Fighter is so much better than Mortal Combat, by far. BY FAR!" First of all kids, you're in a coffee shop, people who go to coffee shops don't care about anything unless it's hip. Second, fighting games are not hip, not even when you yell about them. Third, everyone knows Mortal Combat is so much better then Street Fighter, dumb asses. Let me drink my over priced coffee and and eat my burrito in peace. I don't know what I was thinking getting a burrito with my coffee. That was gross.

From the request of someone who actually reads this blog I am going to list the rules of room 52225. Early in the year Daley and I made a list of rules for the room that we must abide by. The rules are:

1. No Saige allowed. Ever.
2. Don't touch my rug.
3. No friends after 9:30 PM.
4. Don't talk unless you're talked to.
5. Bedtime stories every night. NO exceptions.
6. No cell phones.
7. Don't touch my muffins.
8. Don't talk to the suite mates.
9. Get in a power-t or GET OUT. Power-t Thursday. Represent.

These rules are very important to preserve the harmonious nature of the dorm.

I love the people I ate dinner with tonight. To Saige, Paige, Sarah, Liz, Bryan, and that awkward kid who is just there... Scott or something... You guys are great.  And if anyone has seen Daley please let me know. It wasn't until half way through dinner that we realized she wasn't there.  She is a little Spanish speaking Japanese Ninja.

To all those people who read this blog daily I would like to sincerely thank you. If you have any suggestions, criticisms, or just want to bitch about something, please let me now.

She is my friend. Please help me find her.