On Holy Thursday myself and several other Catholics decided to go to Holy Rosary Catholic Church in Indianapolis to partake in the Latin Mass. Afterwards, I proceed to go spend the night at Butler University with some friends (a Wabash student going out on a school night?!), and then get back to classes the next morning (FREAKING 4AM). Now as I write this blog I am stranded at Butler… That’s right, stranded. It’s Easter Weekend, I have to be down the road in Westfield with my family later, and I decided to just surprise some friends by dropping by Butler. However, being the man I am, filled with such vast knowledge, masculinity, maturity, and planning skills…I forgot that everyone went home for Easter. So after some strangers let me crash at their dorm last night, I am now approaching four hours of sitting outside with all my Easter clothes, doing homework, and occasionally getting a short hello from an acquaintance. I’m hungry, cold, warm, broke, and I don’t want to call my mom for help. Okay, all of that is false except for the broke, hungry, and I don’t want to call my mom part.
I’m now going to try and use that legendary Wabash Man charm and get someone to buy me some Starbucks. Wish me luck, readers.
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