I am currently sitting in the Historical Society's Library analyzing the seventh stanza of John Keats' "Ode to a Nightingale" when all of the sudden, a girl whom I know walks in and over to me. Now, the Historical Society's Library is the best kept secret in Madison when it comes to study stuff.
Anyway, Alicia Gold-fine walks in. WTF? Apparently my friends all forgot to invite me to their study date here. Bitches.
