ooo my life is spicey!
so, last night, Shelly Kloud came up to MSU to party with marc and i, so, us, summer, jesse, tim and loren are all hanging out in our room. we're drinking, and playing techno and dancing, and probably being way way too loud when we hear a knock at the door. so, marc goes and looks through the peep hole. he then turns around, without making a peep, and walks silently to the opposite side of the room, wordless(which i suppose is better than diving out of the window in fear). so, then jesse goes and looks out the door, and, exclaims, jesus christ, it's a cop. now, you kids know me, and you know that when i party, i plays for keeps, so, i was only wearing some blue jeans, and a white bandana. so, i have to scramble for a tee- shirt, while the cop continues to pound on our door. well, i shoot the shit with the cop for a few, and he more or less just relays to me that he is looking for some kid i've never heard of, and that i need to shut the hell up. the best part, is that robbie was downstairs later that night, when all the cops who had been spread out all over case reconvened in the lobby to joke about the rooms they busted and robbie over hears one particular cop talking about over-hearing some conversation from one particular room. "yeah, yeah, we can't, cause, we already drank all the beers" "jesus christ! it's a cop!" and finally "i don't even have a fucking shirt on!" yeah, so, im not in jail right now... but, damnit was it a buzz kill.