comfort is a mystery

JR: "alright, so group 8 shall be presenting first thing next week, correct?"

K: "wait, isnt that the morning after the christmas party?"

JR: "and your point?"

my profs are wicked.

i got on the skytrain to come home today, and while it was sitting there waiting to leave, i started to zone out a bit and wonder about people who, everyday, try to describe the world in the most intriguing and descriptive ways possible. and then i looked around and thought, sometimes the most descriptive way to say this is "sitting on the skytrain waiting for it to leave."

deep. i know. it's cause im secretly a genius.

comfort is a mystery