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So there is this boy that I can't stop thinking about. His name is Ian. He's a diabetic. And he is stealing my food.
It's difficult to describe Ian's personality, especially if you don't know who Michael Murphy is (or better, was). He seems to have an opinion about everything, which he then seems to go against in his everyday life. For instance, there are two women who clean all six floors of Babcock, and Ian wasn't convinced that they were doing a good enough job, so he wrote a letter to whomever was in charge, and voiced all his opinions. But then there is the kitchen, which Ian is constantly using. He is notorious for using every cooking utensil he owns, and then not washing them for at least two days. If you ever saw the Beisler's sink, this is worse. I'll go in after finishing my cereal to dump out what little remaining milk is left only to find that it won't go down the drain because first, it is clogged, and second, there are just too many dishes for me to do anything about it. The second thing Ian is notorious for is loosing his own stuff, most of which he is convinced people are stealing. Friday night it was his blood tester, and before that I don't even know. Luckily, if I wanted to know, all I need to do is walk around Babcock to see his strategically plastered posters that accuse. But here is perhaps the funniest thing of all. Last week I noticed that three of my eggs were missing, along with my bacon. Now three eggs and the rest of my bacon aren't much, but when all you have is two dollars in your checking account, and you don't get paid for another week, and you don't have any other source of protein, it's a big deal. I was definitely pissed, but I managed to make it through the week somehow, and without accusing anyone. So Thursday I get paid, and on Friday, Akhil, Anastasia, Ian, and I go to the DUMP (DUrham MarketPlace) to buy some beer. Now, I'm not sure how my incident got brought up, but I'm pretty sure it had to do with Ian complaining about something. Turns out though, Ian took my eggs and bacon. He told me like it wasn't that big of a deal. "I had the munchies bad, and I was craving breakfast food." I did my best to voice my disgust without actually doing so. Later that night, he left me 20 Bud Light beers in my room, which I guess sort of made things even. However, they weren't his (someone who had moved out gave them to him, and he won't drink bad beer). Now, after getting paid, I went and splurged on probably my favorite food off all time: Johnsonville Beddar Cheddar bratwursts. And so I don't end up with only two dollars in my checking account while I'm running out of food again, I've been limiting myself to only one brat a day, amongst other food items. Now I'm in the kitchen, washing dishes while Ian is cooking, and I'm now down to two brats when Ian says, "Hey, you didn't have two brats? Did you?"
It's difficult to describe Ian's personality, especially if you don't know who Michael Murphy is (or better, was). He seems to have an opinion about everything, which he then seems to go against in his everyday life. For instance, there are two women who clean all six floors of Babcock, and Ian wasn't convinced that they were doing a good enough job, so he wrote a letter to whomever was in charge, and voiced all his opinions. But then there is the kitchen, which Ian is constantly using. He is notorious for using every cooking utensil he owns, and then not washing them for at least two days. If you ever saw the Beisler's sink, this is worse. I'll go in after finishing my cereal to dump out what little remaining milk is left only to find that it won't go down the drain because first, it is clogged, and second, there are just too many dishes for me to do anything about it. The second thing Ian is notorious for is loosing his own stuff, most of which he is convinced people are stealing. Friday night it was his blood tester, and before that I don't even know. Luckily, if I wanted to know, all I need to do is walk around Babcock to see his strategically plastered posters that accuse. But here is perhaps the funniest thing of all. Last week I noticed that three of my eggs were missing, along with my bacon. Now three eggs and the rest of my bacon aren't much, but when all you have is two dollars in your checking account, and you don't get paid for another week, and you don't have any other source of protein, it's a big deal. I was definitely pissed, but I managed to make it through the week somehow, and without accusing anyone. So Thursday I get paid, and on Friday, Akhil, Anastasia, Ian, and I go to the DUMP (DUrham MarketPlace) to buy some beer. Now, I'm not sure how my incident got brought up, but I'm pretty sure it had to do with Ian complaining about something. Turns out though, Ian took my eggs and bacon. He told me like it wasn't that big of a deal. "I had the munchies bad, and I was craving breakfast food." I did my best to voice my disgust without actually doing so. Later that night, he left me 20 Bud Light beers in my room, which I guess sort of made things even. However, they weren't his (someone who had moved out gave them to him, and he won't drink bad beer). Now, after getting paid, I went and splurged on probably my favorite food off all time: Johnsonville Beddar Cheddar bratwursts. And so I don't end up with only two dollars in my checking account while I'm running out of food again, I've been limiting myself to only one brat a day, amongst other food items. Now I'm in the kitchen, washing dishes while Ian is cooking, and I'm now down to two brats when Ian says, "Hey, you didn't have two brats? Did you?"