girly drinks and parlour games
so, nights around here have been pretty interesting.
the other night (friday maybe?...maybe not...maybe...) i went to leave erin a note. so i walked over to goodyear (for those of you not in the SUNY Buffalo know, Clement Hall, where i live, is connected to Goodyear Hall, where erin lives, via tunnel)and proceeded to rip down one of the arson posters and root around for a whiteboard marker i could steal (once again for those of you not in the SUNY Buffalo know, Goodyear and Clement Halls have been classy enough to have a few acts of arson in recent times). so i left erin my note and went to return the marker, when an opportunity arose. in Goodyear Hall lives a kid who is loud, obnoxious, and an overall waste of vans punk wannabe carbon atoms. and he was fresh in my mind as i'd seen him on the way up. so i was just finishing writing "that fake vans faggot sucks dick for coke" on the board when a cop comes out of the stairwell at the other end. the noise of the door was enough to make me jump, which i did, and then he proceeded to walk down the hall and was all, "SUP" and i was compelled to answer, "nothing....you?" and he thought he'd be clever and tell me that he was "working his way down to the doughnuts." well now i was all shit because i was on the fourth floor and erin's room was on the third floor and the cop probably thought i was looped out on acid since i was carrying around a folded up piece of paper and giggling to myself (this is at like 2.30 in the morning) wearing psuedo-soiled pajama pants and oversized shirt. so if i went and slipped a torn down arson poster under a girl's door, he'd probably take some sort of action against me. so i decided to wait a bit and to pass the time by going around writing "that fake vans faggot sucks dick for coke" on all the white boards. he's the male equivalent of a punk long island girl and i can't stand either.
last night, kyle anderson and mike came to south and apparently through magic made keys to most of Clement Hall. i still maintain that he's gone power mad. there's also been a lot of food and other stuff that was just as exciting if not more that i really can't remember now because in the middle of this i started reading an article lauren sent me about eating pussy.
the other night (friday maybe?...maybe not...maybe...) i went to leave erin a note. so i walked over to goodyear (for those of you not in the SUNY Buffalo know, Clement Hall, where i live, is connected to Goodyear Hall, where erin lives, via tunnel)and proceeded to rip down one of the arson posters and root around for a whiteboard marker i could steal (once again for those of you not in the SUNY Buffalo know, Goodyear and Clement Halls have been classy enough to have a few acts of arson in recent times). so i left erin my note and went to return the marker, when an opportunity arose. in Goodyear Hall lives a kid who is loud, obnoxious, and an overall waste of vans punk wannabe carbon atoms. and he was fresh in my mind as i'd seen him on the way up. so i was just finishing writing "that fake vans faggot sucks dick for coke" on the board when a cop comes out of the stairwell at the other end. the noise of the door was enough to make me jump, which i did, and then he proceeded to walk down the hall and was all, "SUP" and i was compelled to answer, "nothing....you?" and he thought he'd be clever and tell me that he was "working his way down to the doughnuts." well now i was all shit because i was on the fourth floor and erin's room was on the third floor and the cop probably thought i was looped out on acid since i was carrying around a folded up piece of paper and giggling to myself (this is at like 2.30 in the morning) wearing psuedo-soiled pajama pants and oversized shirt. so if i went and slipped a torn down arson poster under a girl's door, he'd probably take some sort of action against me. so i decided to wait a bit and to pass the time by going around writing "that fake vans faggot sucks dick for coke" on all the white boards. he's the male equivalent of a punk long island girl and i can't stand either.
last night, kyle anderson and mike came to south and apparently through magic made keys to most of Clement Hall. i still maintain that he's gone power mad. there's also been a lot of food and other stuff that was just as exciting if not more that i really can't remember now because in the middle of this i started reading an article lauren sent me about eating pussy.