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--Wednesday, December 7th, 4:57 am. I had just finished my english 200 paper, which was due at 10 am that day, and was getting into bed, pulling up the covers saying to my roommate (who was up playing World of Warcraft of course), "This is going to be the best 4 hours of sleep ever." My head hits the pillow and under a second later, the fire alarm goes off...I was pissed, laughing about it, but really pissed.
another story
-- So one of my roommates comes home last night fairly drunk as usual. He had apparently hit his head on the stairs on the way up to the third floor we live on. He had a small cut on his forehead that was bleeding down his face. So one of my other roommates and I jumped up to help. We were sitting around playing video games and had not noticed the blood. That is, until it was specifically mentioned. We then jumped up, after making sure our games were saved. Thusly helped him take care of his cut. Therefore, I make the suggestion that he should take a shower. This was because he had gotten some blood in his hair. He was also pretty dirty in general. It looked like he fell down. Most likely, between here and where he was drinking. I was not surprised. At around 3 am I go to use the bathroom. The door is locked and there is snoring coming from inside. I bang on it and the snoring stops. I tell the door "don't fall asleep in the bath, get out and go to bed". The door responds with grunted agreement. I think nothing more of it and use an alternative bathroom. I then go to sleep figuring everything is ok. Boy was I wrong. I wake up and start walking out of my room. At this point, I first realize something. That everything is not how it should be. "My feet are wet", I remember thinking. "So is an awful lot of the carpet in my room. This should not be," my train of thought continues. I open my door and turn the corner. My eyes take in the bathroom floor covered. Covered with two layers of my roommate's dirty clothes, formerly on his floor. This strikes me as odd. As I walk into the bathroom, my feet remain wet. Again, quite odd. I travel to my roommate’s room. I, having followed a trail of wet dirty clothes there. He is passed out half off his bed. I decide not to wake him. I merely add my towels to the immensity of wet carpet in my room. Then dry my feet off and go back to bed. Upon recently waking up, I discover the truth. The ill-fated roommate fell asleep in the bath. As much, I knew already. However, the bath got cold eventually. He then turned on the water to warm it up. He did not drain any water. Sleep befell him again. The knocking on our door awoke him next. Our RA was curious, it seemed. Curious in regard to the unsightly water leaking into the apartment downstairs. I feel confident Oliver was very apologetic. Also, that he attempted to remedy the situation. At least as well as he could in his state at that point. At which point, my morning began.
another story
-- So one of my roommates comes home last night fairly drunk as usual. He had apparently hit his head on the stairs on the way up to the third floor we live on. He had a small cut on his forehead that was bleeding down his face. So one of my other roommates and I jumped up to help. We were sitting around playing video games and had not noticed the blood. That is, until it was specifically mentioned. We then jumped up, after making sure our games were saved. Thusly helped him take care of his cut. Therefore, I make the suggestion that he should take a shower. This was because he had gotten some blood in his hair. He was also pretty dirty in general. It looked like he fell down. Most likely, between here and where he was drinking. I was not surprised. At around 3 am I go to use the bathroom. The door is locked and there is snoring coming from inside. I bang on it and the snoring stops. I tell the door "don't fall asleep in the bath, get out and go to bed". The door responds with grunted agreement. I think nothing more of it and use an alternative bathroom. I then go to sleep figuring everything is ok. Boy was I wrong. I wake up and start walking out of my room. At this point, I first realize something. That everything is not how it should be. "My feet are wet", I remember thinking. "So is an awful lot of the carpet in my room. This should not be," my train of thought continues. I open my door and turn the corner. My eyes take in the bathroom floor covered. Covered with two layers of my roommate's dirty clothes, formerly on his floor. This strikes me as odd. As I walk into the bathroom, my feet remain wet. Again, quite odd. I travel to my roommate’s room. I, having followed a trail of wet dirty clothes there. He is passed out half off his bed. I decide not to wake him. I merely add my towels to the immensity of wet carpet in my room. Then dry my feet off and go back to bed. Upon recently waking up, I discover the truth. The ill-fated roommate fell asleep in the bath. As much, I knew already. However, the bath got cold eventually. He then turned on the water to warm it up. He did not drain any water. Sleep befell him again. The knocking on our door awoke him next. Our RA was curious, it seemed. Curious in regard to the unsightly water leaking into the apartment downstairs. I feel confident Oliver was very apologetic. Also, that he attempted to remedy the situation. At least as well as he could in his state at that point. At which point, my morning began.