Locked Out...

After five hours of class and a couple crums of Chex Mix for a snack I start walking home with big plans to make a delicious PB&J sandwich and watch Scrubs. I get to my door...locked...I look in my backpack for my key to open the door...missing. No problem, I'll just text my roommates to see if they are home...in Salt Lake. So I'm freezing cold and starving with no keys or money(I happened to leave my wallet in my room as well). So here I am, sitting in the SWKT, stomach grumbling and hand frozen. Thanks for entertaining me on the phone Mom!

I've done this multiple times this year but have always gotten lucky enough to have an unlocked door or a roommate home. Not any more though, never again will I forget my key...

I'll just link my key to the back of my necklace everyday...because I never forget complete my outfit with jewelry(priorities people!).
Alright so now that's solved I just have to find a way to get food before my two hour night class at six. Maybe I'll go beg for food at the Cougareat...