Sound Carries

Dear people smoking hooka outside my window, I am not sure if you are aware of this, but I can hear EVERY GODDAMN WORD you're saying. I know that you hooked up with Barbara, and that everyone there has also hooked up with her. I know where you live, what you like to drink, and what you talk about when you're bored. I know EVERYTHING you've been talking about, and I DO NOT CARE. Please, PLEASE, shut the HELL UP! WE can ALL hear you, like you're in our goddamn rooms. I want you to shut up and die. Goodnight. Screw you, Mary

Chunks

The puking roommate is an unfortunate feature of college life. I mean, on the one hand, you feel bad for her. After all, nothing sucks more than a night of partying coming back up the way it went down. On the other hand, you want nothing more than for her to go have this important (but disgusting) college experience ANYWHERE other than your floor. As you may have guessed, I have tonight met that very phenomenon. J's friends threw her an early birthday party, and then when they got too wasted to help her and she was puking (a LOT...man, does she have stomach capacity!) they boosted her off on me. I'm pretty sure she's out for the night, and I can only pray that the cleaning job I did plus liberal Febreeze will fight off the smell for the night. Gross. This makes me soooo glad I (1) don't like alcohol that much and (2) am such a lightweight that I'm totally buzzed LONG before I even approach vomit point. Cause, dude, that is SOOO not a nice birthday present.

My Anna and My Ed

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I was just flipping through old pictures tonight, when I stumbled upon these gems. The comments are, well, genius. How are we so funny people, seriously? We are so funny that I cracked up when I saw these and then was instantly guilty and worried that I'd woken up my roommate (I am truly the master of late night procrastination). We crack me up. This is a good thing. Someone should probably market us as the new Dave Barrys or something. We could tour and everything! It would be awesome! Or at least less odious than studying/writing papers/procrastinating is!

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I particularly like Ed's wide-eyed wonder. What is he thinking? Does he dream of bacon? (Probably. And who can blame him?) And Anna's expression, which clearly states not only "Why have I been in school for a month already?" but also "Why is the coffee gone? WHY??" Probably the better question right now is "Why can I not focus and write this damn thing?" Hint: the answer might, maybe, have a lot to do with my having birthday presents sitting here, staring at me, BEGGING me to play with them. My family knows my wants only too well.