Since I already keep all of my receipts I’m going to start a collection of them and alphabetize and organize all my receipts and keep all of them forever. Then when I’m sixty or something young’uns who are econ majors can come to my museum of receipts and analyze how inflated and jacked up our nation’s prices have become. Marketing majors can come see how fancy the paper of the receipts and the designs on some of the receipts are too!!! 

A book is written about Rebeca and I. Rebeca is the powerful, wealthy dictator the resistance wants to overthrow. I’m the wise old sage with the super white hair that lives in a hut in the forest. The hero travels far and goes through a lot to get the “answer” from the old sage for how to overthrow the dictator.

PLOT TWIST, REBECA AND I ARE HOMIES. I screw the hero over. The villain and sage teams up and the hero loses in the movie for once. 

The end.

Going to be rich for this genius idea soon,

Fix the California drought with mine, and other students’, tears. 

Can begin crying if necessary,

-After participating in a fundraiser where we rolled and ran around in giant inflatable balls-

Rebeca: They should make a sport out of this, like I’m legitimately sweating.

-randomly thinking about my K dramas while taking anthropology notes- 

Me: I SHOULD BE A LOVE DOCTOR

Rebeca: What? 

Me: I’LL STUDY LOVE. THE NEUROLOGY BEHIND IT, THE SOCIOECONOMIC ATTRACTIONS BEHIND IT, THE PSYCHOLOGY BEHIND IT. I’LL BECOME A LOVE DOCTOR.

Rebeca: Is that a thing?

Me: NO BUT THAT’S WHY I’M AT BERKELEY, I’M GOING TO INVENT AN OCCUPATION. 

Me: I’LL STUDY FAMILIAL LOVE, FRIENDSHIP LOVE, RELATIONSHIP LOVE, THOSE WEIRD IN BETWEENS.

-Rebeca’s whistling-

-I try, but fail-

-Tries again by blowing into the straw of an empty cup, makes feeble whistle sound-

1. Establish my own fraternity house

2. Have a rush week for my aforementioned fraternity house

3. Only accept gingers that resemble Ronald Weasley

4. Have a houseful of gingers