apocalypse: would be welcome right about...NOW

today i was dissed by a freshman. i've never been quite so insulted or degraded. it was a truly painful and humbling experience.

it was a loud, headache-inducing wednesday morning, and as i was meandering across the battlefield that masquerades as the couch area, i realized that kento's hair was doing something incredibly funky. being the pillar of tact and concern for others that i am, i immediately started a tacit conversation about said hair catastrophe with michael, who confirmed my comments. michael's solution?

mike: kento, what's up with your hair?
kento: *runs clumsily towards bathroom, forgetting to shut the door*

i assumed the problem had been rectified and that i would no longer be forced to look upon said hair catastrophe until i laid eyes upon kento, who had emerged from the bathroom, and realized that he had a tiny towel wrapped around his hair like a woman with an overgrown beehive. this time the solution didn't appear to be attainable through such subtle avenues.

me: kento! take that thing off your head!
kento: *removes said creepy towel*

and what was dominic's response to this?

dominic: kento, don't listen to caroline! her opinion doesn't matter...she's just a junior.

immediately, i did an about-face and tried to do my best teenage girl swagger (the one where you approach the source of the insult with dramatic force, only to stop yourself after adequately instilling fear in your subject), but it failed miserably, probably because i was having a worse hair day than kento. but the sad part was that i subjected neither dominic nor michael to any sort of wave of fear or dread. they didn't even flinch. i looked to henry, who was slightly bemused at my fear-instilling attempt, but received not even an ounce of reassurance.

definitely the low point of my day. with the possible exception of the studying session that ran from 2:00pm to 6:00pm. pretty fierce competition there. ;)