Hello people. How are you guys? I am physically and mentally exhausted. (She says on Thursday). Yesterday, I was in the cafeteria about to eat breakfast with a pregnant girl (She looks pregnant. She might just have some wacky parasite.) from my algebra class when the Colonel calls me. I really like the Colonel so naturally I came. (Also he is in charge so I have to do what he says, but in this case I did so because I wanted to.) He told me to go help the boy with the maroon shirt. This boy, fereal think classic cowboy and that is what he looked like. He had the hat, jeans, boots, belt, the long sleeve button up shirt. (you know what I'm talking about?) His backpack was even camouflage. Usually I really like cowboys, but at that moment I was thinking that I might have to say farewell to breakfast. Service before self. I came up to the cowboy and said, "I think I am supposed to help you with something." (Really lame opening line, I was nervous because I didn't know what...