The End of Evil Midterms.

So the Lost One has come to the end of his midterms (or at least the one he was worried about), and it wasn't quite the car crash he was expecting. If his feelings are any indication, then the Lost One might just walk away from this with a pretty decent grade. The Lost One almost feels bad for having bad mouthed Profesora F_______, however he's going to wait for the actual grades before issuing any retractions.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the mid-west...
In response to his multiple phone calls, and e-mail asking whether the Lost Kitty is allowed in graduate housing, the law school the Lost One is planning on attending has sent him an email saying...We don't have any more room this year in graduate housing. For those of you who are tracking this story by the numbers, they are 3-1-0. 3 number of questions sent to the office of student housing, 1 number of responses the Lost One received from the school, and 0 number of times they actually answered his question. Ah, the dance of the bureaucrat, The Lost One knows it well. Now all he has to do is pin the Fin-Aid rep. to their chair for ten minutes...

Finally,
In a bid to not be out done by the Ace of Spades (it's not like he's invented the idea of being prepared for the attack of zombies, The Lost One has also read The Zombie Survivial Guide[What? He was bored, it was there, end of story.]) the Lost One has found this site to be full of activists opposed to the zombie lifestyle (read: people having too much time on their collective hands). Check out the Zombie Squad videos, the music is very, very funny by itself (quick disclaimer, some mild expletives, be aware). Good Times, Good Times.