Oh, MIT. Heart.

Some miscellaneous thoughts.

Plane ride was fine, although I somehow was at the gate practically two hours before the actual flight. Out of character, I know.

Yesterday we played a rousing game of Scrabble. And not math!Scrabble. Shuttler won the game, although it's not in the Scrabble dictionary.

At night I should definitely put my phone on silent so Calvrett's obnoxiously loud ringtone doesn't rouse me from my peaceful slumber.

And now I should probably unpack my beautiful pink luggage.

Except! You'd think having hot pink suitcases would make it easy to find yours on the luggage belt, right? Too bad I grabbed someone else's suitcase that was nearly identical to mine off the belt, then had to heave it back on when I realised it wasn't mine. Oops.