I hate it when people call and don't leave a message when I don't answer, especially if it's a number that's not in my phone. I am left to wonder, "Who is this person calling me? What did they have to say? What's going on?" I realize most of the time it's probably a wrong number or some telemarketer or something, but I am a curious person! If you call me I'm going to wonder who you were and if there is no message to inform me I'll start making up a persona for you. The call I missed while in class? Oh, that was probably a middle-aged woman, classy, well-dressed, who was looking for a ballroom dress to purchase for her daughter who is just starting to compete in Youth Standard. Last night? That was a man calling to offer me a job working as a tour guide in Monaco over the summer. If I die in a wondering frenzy, it is all your fault, you messageless callers! So leave me a message!
Tour should be pronounced "too-er" not "tore" as in the past participle of tear.
Studying outside is a beautiful thing. Kristen and I just spent two hours sprawled out on a blanket behind our apartment reading econ and chemistry respectively. It was the most fun I've ever had reading a textbook in my life.