Attended a mate's funeral today. Scored a B in pyrotechnics, C in camouflage, and an A+ in crying. If any professors are reading this: please curve me up to an A if I behave extra evil for the rest of the semester.
Guys I found the cutest fucking rat yesterday, I called him Henry and taught him how to brush his teeth (he didn't like the toothpaste tho, fair enough)