You can't see them in this picture, but our room is filled with bubbles that just wouldn't die.

Here you can see the bubbles.

Bryant, Alex, and a girl who was drinking in our room but whose name I forgot

Alex, a different girl, and a guy I really should know because he's in here a fair amount

Walking along Madison. I wanted to get across how eerily bright the sky was, but my camera had different plans. (Plans that involved following the laws of optics which govern low-light photography.)

Angell Hall

The Michigan Theater, where I was about to see Rabbit-Proof Fence

For awhile, there was no one in front of us,

and no one behind us.

Just me and Tina, who for some reason didn't want do be in this picture.

It's nice that South Quad isn't the only dorm to have fire drills. (This being a picture of Martha Cook.)

Coming back from Math Club along South University

These resulted from tiny sparks between the back of my hand and the television screen, which was conveniently covered with dust at the time.

More of the same

I took this one just in time, because while attempting to stack one more on top, Bryant knocked the whole thing over.

My feet, which I photographed because it was last week's theme of a livejournal community I'm in.