That a walk around campus in the wee hours of the morning can be just what one needs.
That one's roommate will acquiesce to accompany one on these walks.
That one is usually incapable of leaving Wal-Mart without spending at least $50, even if one only entered the establishment for the express purpose of purchasing a very small, cheap, and largely insignificant package of gum.
That one small refrigerator can so badly need to be defrosted.
How much love one can come to have for Trader Joe's.
The heights of creepiness one can reach when one pulls an all-nighter and then tops it off with Gravol.
The happiness that can be achieved through the purchase of small items at Sanrio and a new book (namely The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke), both of which appeal to one's inner (and outer) child.
The fact that one fluid conversation is capable of including the following: a necromancer, a pyromancer, an hydromancer, chocolate, Bounty (the quicker picker-upper), and Ziploc