Better than the Bible
So I get home from watching a movie on Thursday. I sit down to eat my Mr. Sub, and my roommate turns to me and acts like h has just remembered something. "Oh, Eric," he says. "Where's Lindsay." It is then that I realize that something was in fact missing from the room. I knew something was wrong, I just figured that the Matrix had me. There was a note on the usual standing place of Miss Lindsay Lohan, one which demanded one million dollars in unmarked bills at midnight under the clock tower. My roommate (the one I'm with) then feeds me some bullshit story about how he "heard somebody stealing something" then he came downstairs and Lindsay was gone. There was more to this and I can't get into how bad he is at lying. It pisses me off for several reasons. One because this guy lives in fear of his parents and obviously has no experience lying. In addition I would like to make clear that he knows not how to operate blinds. That's right, the things that cover windows. He just tries to pull them, and so far has bent the bottom bar, pulled them off the wall so that now they might fall again at any time, and damaged my CD player which sits underneath. I'm not a fan of him. The other thing that bothers me about his shit ass lie is that it finally cemented in my mind that he can't be trusted, and sucks. So after the sub, my good roommate Tyler and I set out to get to the bottom of this disappearance. We couldn't find her and couldn't figure out where the clock tower was. Strangely I had picked up a piece of wood on my way in that looked like a primitive club, and it came in handy when threatening people for information. So I ended up lying on the floor in the hallway crying my eyes out with people crowded around me. I couldn't trust any of them. I'm going to sleep. Part Deux Tomorrow. If anyone corrects that so help me Vishnu I'll cut ya.