How do you feel about naked women trying to kill K. Reeves? I feel OK about it.

What the fuck is happening. Watching Tintin in my apparent. I can't believe Spielberg is doing a live action version. I think my roommates are all making love to their various hobbies/passions: computers, magic mushrooms, video edits, and becoming a woman. Does not feel like a college vibe. I feel like a quiet ball of calmness in a sea of irreverent, unwashed dishes and just a little bit of resentment. Working on thesis, obviously.