Elves are stealing our toilet paper.

Seriously. We came back from break, and each of us brought at least a four pack. Aly brought two. It has been two weeks, and we ran out two days ago. 16 ROLLS OF PAPER. Somebody has to be stealing them, I know I didn't change the roll that many times, and goodness knows nobody else ever changes it. But to get to our bathroom, they have to go through one of our rooms. How would they ever possibly smuggle it out, but more importantly, why?!?!?! Thankfully Valerie was able to steal some from her brother until we go buy some more, but still. This is getting a little ridiculous. If only we had the space to store a billion pack from Sam's Club.

Also, my crazy calculus professor is so technologically inept I couldn't decide whether I wanted to laugh or cringe. Today he was trying to show us how to use his website (that a friend of his made), and went to try and google it. He started typing in the www part, then went back to the beginning to add the http: and then he couldn't even spell google. Bing helpfully gave him the link, and then he stumbled through the 90s-esque website with the old outdated wallpaper, and silly animated pictures. The entire class was snickering under their breath, but since he is constantly laughing at jokes no one heard him say, he must have thought we were laughing with him for once.

Needless to say, it is entirely too hard to take him seriously. Between the accent, awkward trailing sentences, and completely unrelated tangents, I don't know just how much I'm going to take away from this class, but thank god I have a text book. And I've decided I can't ask questions. Because after listening to him for about a half an hour, I know anything that comes out of my mouth will be tinged with an accent. It just happens. Marathon of Sherlock/Doctor Who/every BBC show ever? My brain switches to Queen's English. It certainly gets interesting.

Anyways, toilet paper. I never would've thought I'd want toilet paper for Christmas, but I should've asked for all of it. And you will never appreciate it until you wake up at three in the morning needing to pee Niagara Falls and discovering that not only was the roll that you could've sworn was full when you went to sleep is now empty, and all the packs are empty and the nearest public restroom is downstairs, in the dark, in 20 degree weather, and has a 90% chance of being locked anyways. When you bundle up, scuffle out in your slippers in sleepy search of an open bathroom while trying not to pee your pants, toilet paper looks more valuable than gold.

But I think shopping is in order for the weekend. A nice, lovely, three day weekend. Plenty of time to do four days worth of homework. Not really, but it feels that way sometimes. But there will always be time for an update. We'll see what the weekend brings. Until next time! <3