Great.
So, today my roommate decides to wear a bright pink shirt. Hot pink. Blinding. I really didn’t care, but my roommates did. I think they joked about it throughout the day.
At Brittain, Hannah Montana was on TV. I’m not sure why.
When I was getting ready to leave the dining hall, my roommate said something stupid. I can’t remember what, but I remember that it was stupid enough that I figured I’d make fun of him for his pink shirt. (Okay, I’m not sure what was exactly going through my head.)
So I blew him a kiss.
But I forgot that I was standing up. In the middle of the entire dining hall. In front of the TV that people were looking at.
