And the ants go marching one by one, hurrah!

Ew. Just…ew. My roommate’s closet has been infested with those little tiny ants that refuse to die. I hate these things more than I do the big, large, carpenter ants. I noticed them going into her closet nice and slowly in their perfect little line, investigating, and when I opened the closet, I found out that they had come in contact with a salt and vinegar chip and went, well, nuts. There were tons of them attacking the chip with vengence, leaving everything around it alone. Except for her boots. It was like a bad horror movie, I swear. She’s not going to be a happy camper.

Other than that, I went and saw Thoroughly Modern Millie (Broadway) at GPAC last night. Totally awesome. Now I’m going to go do some World History. How exciting, on a Friday night nontheless.