This semester’s floor theme is hanging up pictures of each person’s zodiac sign with a small write-up of traits they have.
If, y’know, there was any validity to this stuff.
Aside from the fact that only two of these are words anyone who knows me for approximately five minutes would use to describe me, all these did was bring to my attention that there is a new Sagittarius male who lives next-door.
I may or may not be using biased assumptions to explain a crush in the coming weeks if I ever run into him. I’ll convince myself it’s because I think he’s funny, but now you all know it’s actually because I’m (questionably) clinically insane and scope out certain star signs like I’m a serial killer.
Sorry I’m not sorry.
