today is one of those days when everyone's voice at haverford college is annoying every particle in my body. every single voice. especially the voice of freshmen. i exaggerate not. i have never experienced so much disgust toward human voices.
gummere is the house of shutting doors. a minute does not pass by without a door slamming. and when a door slams, echos vibrate through all its paper thin cinder block walls.
i'd rather stand in a thunder storm than take a nap in gummere.
i'd very much like to go climb a mountain right now.
