I was seriously stuck yesterday on story ideas for the one I'm hoping to turn in on Monday. Or rather, I had the idea and the premise, but no real plot in mind. So I put on my new windbreaker that my mother had sent me, stuffed a notebook in my pocket and went for a walk. And amazingly, I actually did manage to flesh out something resembling a plot. So, I got back to the dorm, wrote a thousand words, and then discovered that part of the plot I'd thought up wouldn't work. So I spent the rest of yesterday alternately writing and deleting, and finally gave up and went to bed at 1:30am.

But in that time we did take a break to go up to the 12th floor to watch fireworks. At least that was the plan. We soon found out that a) we had no way to turn off the lights in the 12th floor lounge, so there was a great deal of glare on the windows, and b) there were big buildings in the way of our view of the fireworks. So we watched the glow that was reflected off of the clouds, and then realized that we could get just as good a show by closing our eyes and pressing on our eyelids. "Oooh! Green! Yellow! Red!"

And then we went back downstairs and sat in the hallway telling really awful jokes. We even degenerated to "What's black and red and can't go through a revolving door?" "A nun with a spear through her head."

Yep, it got bad.