Okay, so it isn't 5 AM. Despite her promise to walk me back late at night, I somehow knew that I was going to be forced to stay overnight with them. Th at trio. [I would like to mention right now that the keyboard that I am using right now sucks. The space bar can barely be even called a spacebar. It's more like a hunk of plastic. Oh yeah, I just embarrassed myself right now. Too many horrible things happen in Soda. Reminder to self: avoid the computer who calls itself Greco.] Unlike last time, Marisol didn't bar the door. "We're not stopping you," they kept saying. Well, at least Becky and Julie. So much for that, right? The walk back wasn't that bad. It wasn't as horrifying as the walk there at 9:45 pm where I crossed the Faculty Glade. As I entered the darkest part of the campus, a man with a long beard (I would assume homeless) suddenly spotted me and stopped abruptly in the middle of the bridge. Then he put his hand in his pocket. No not his pants pocket, you sickos. His jacket pocket. Simply put, it freaked me out. "How are you?" he croaked. "Ummm...okay...." I mumbled...and then ran.
So much for the sympathy from the trio though. :p As I was walking down the street with them after getting donuts, I related my story. I guess they're used to listening to me ramble on and on...about stuff.

Marisol. My hair knows that it doesn't like you.

Got to talk to Alex again. :) So they say only time will tell.