The ants go marching 1x1
"Sir Gay?" Can you say "gay" on the internet? Not very PC. Besides being a Chunky Soup Fiend, I acquired some contraband over the weekend in the form of an anti-terrorist/bomber flyer of sorts, so there's more decoration on my door now. Bah, who cares, right?
"You know what we should implement? 'Pants Optional Day!'" Too late, we tried creating holidays. The success of Thirsty Thursday led to the controversial Fiesta Friday and the ill-named Sexalicious Saturday. From what I hear about Denton 6's weekend woes, the best fit for the weekend's overall alliterated title should be "Overdramatic Outings." Am I confused? I think so. Not even sure. The girls' side of this floor became an alien nation for a whole weekend. On this side, all of a sudden its one big group hug all of the time, no complaints there. Well... not too many complaints... as long as certain male residents of Denton 6 stay sober there will be no complaints. I'll stick around, learn from all [that] came from it. Oh, and also there is apparently a Kevin Cassidy fan club. It consists of at least Sean Courtney and Matt Brown, possibly more, but probably not.
"You should meet Pierre. He's the new room mascot!" Some people, not to mention any names, but some people are very loving when they are under the influence. You can tell by their quarter-of-two-in-the-morning livejournal entries. This is known as "good." We have enough of the "bad" kind roaming these halls that I feel qualified to make that judgment. I suppose so far I know of people that get very loving, funny, belligerently annoying, looming, insane, hostile, "Rob" (for lack of a better term), goofy, adventurous, happy, slutty, quiet, molesting, confrontational, or brooding. You can feel free to add to that list.
"Sleep is good." Rambling and insanity are inversely proportional to the amount of sleep one has. Schroeder the roommate (to whom I attribute the opening quotes of these paragraphs) is generally conservative when it comes to sleep schedules, but I think they broke him at marching band camp this weekend. Either that or he's secretly on acid of the purest variety.
"There's alien cheeses in the bathroom" - John P. Schroeder What do you even say to that?
"You know what we should implement? 'Pants Optional Day!'" Too late, we tried creating holidays. The success of Thirsty Thursday led to the controversial Fiesta Friday and the ill-named Sexalicious Saturday. From what I hear about Denton 6's weekend woes, the best fit for the weekend's overall alliterated title should be "Overdramatic Outings." Am I confused? I think so. Not even sure. The girls' side of this floor became an alien nation for a whole weekend. On this side, all of a sudden its one big group hug all of the time, no complaints there. Well... not too many complaints... as long as certain male residents of Denton 6 stay sober there will be no complaints. I'll stick around, learn from all [that] came from it. Oh, and also there is apparently a Kevin Cassidy fan club. It consists of at least Sean Courtney and Matt Brown, possibly more, but probably not.
"You should meet Pierre. He's the new room mascot!" Some people, not to mention any names, but some people are very loving when they are under the influence. You can tell by their quarter-of-two-in-the-morning livejournal entries. This is known as "good." We have enough of the "bad" kind roaming these halls that I feel qualified to make that judgment. I suppose so far I know of people that get very loving, funny, belligerently annoying, looming, insane, hostile, "Rob" (for lack of a better term), goofy, adventurous, happy, slutty, quiet, molesting, confrontational, or brooding. You can feel free to add to that list.
"Sleep is good." Rambling and insanity are inversely proportional to the amount of sleep one has. Schroeder the roommate (to whom I attribute the opening quotes of these paragraphs) is generally conservative when it comes to sleep schedules, but I think they broke him at marching band camp this weekend. Either that or he's secretly on acid of the purest variety.
"There's alien cheeses in the bathroom" - John P. Schroeder What do you even say to that?