WE GOT OUR COUCH! and of course, there's a story to go along with it.
Erica, my 25 lbs dancing roommate :) decide that we could move the couch on our own in our suitemate's car. We drove to our "shady storage shack," as it has affectionately been christened. There we found that although it was open, our loading dock was closed. We decided we had waited long enough for a viable seating arrangement in our room so we pulled into a loading dock down the way a little. We manuevered with our love seat through the mounds of forgotten junk people pay an extraordinary amount to store every month. When we finally reached our destination no matter how we pushed, shoved, twisted, squeezed, pressed, cried, pleaded, begged... the couch wasn't fitting in the car. Eight attempts later we finally resigned our fate and headed back to campus. After calling a friend with a slightly larger car, we started our journey again back to Central Mini Storage. with Thomas' help we achieved victory over the couch and drove back to campus only then to lug the love seat up three flights of steps and making ourselves and the couch think extrememly skinny as we pushed it through the door to Suite 121.
It was the time to celebrate, which I did by "studying" for the next few hours with the love seat. ZzzzZzzzZzzz....
(You know that you have already been in humanities too long when you begin writing Mock Epics about trivial things that no one cares to read. Call me the next Alexander Pope.)
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