Nick, you freaking Nostradamus.

Man, I don’t know how you did it, but you somehow told the future (unless, of course, you were somehow involved, in which case this blog title and the body of the blog following it are rendered meaningless).

Back story: earlier today once I got off school I was talking to Nick over Messenger. He says something to the effect of, “now that I’m twenty, I should have special powers. Like being able to predict the future.” Then, jokingly, he says, “I predict that there will be a fire tonight!”

What happened: so I’m sitting in my room tonight at 11:30, just minding my own business, when suddenly I hear this awful buzzing noise which, after about five seconds, I realize is the fire drill. I’m in my pajamas at this point and my room is a disaster area, so it takes me about two minutes to find my coat and my keys and drag my butt outside.

Turns out there was a fire, but this fire was from a burning pan of Spam down in the kitchen, started by none other than our hall president.

Yeah. So that’s why the entire population of McConnell was standing out in the street at 11:30 tonight: freaking Spam.

Nick, you’re amazing with your predictions. Now tell me, will I get a 4.0 all through college?

And happy birthday man, by the way. You’re freaking awesome.