I'm certain that Barney Stinson would have the perfect quote. Unfortunately, I don't know it.
This was not the entry I expected to post today. What I expected to post was a summary of the incredibly odd and wacky mixture of the Success!/Fail! final week I had before College started again. But...
Dudes, this just has to be said. Actually, it shouldn't have to be said, but apparently it needs to be said.
DEAR MALE (FRESHMAN?) POPULACE OF RHODES,
I know that the weather here is... hot. I know that that huge orange light in the sky is beating down on us mercilessly, and I know that for such a shady campus, none of it is actually useful in avoiding said sun.
But when I am five feet away from you in a mostly empty room, I should not be subjected to huge towering waffs of your body odor that could challenge tsunamis.
You are at least nineteen years old. Now, I know that Mommy is not on campus to tell you these things, but you should probably already be aware of it. And frankly, I have no idea how you managed to discover girls and/or not get hit by the Stupid Bus without this knowledge, but--
ITS CALLED DEODORANT. Discover it, love it, and for all that is still holy and sacred in this world (which would not be my poor, assaulted nose), USE IT.
And while you're at it, take a bath*!!
No Thanks and Looking for Clothespins,
The Management
In other news, my suite mates are.... interesting. Alright, they're downright odd, weird, loco, not-all-there, a few cards-short-of-a-full-house, and they don't seem to understand that suction cups don't FUNCTION in really humid rooms. But they're a huge cry better than last years batch, sos I'm not complaining.
*Or a shower. I'm not picky.
Dudes, this just has to be said. Actually, it shouldn't have to be said, but apparently it needs to be said.
DEAR MALE (FRESHMAN?) POPULACE OF RHODES,
I know that the weather here is... hot. I know that that huge orange light in the sky is beating down on us mercilessly, and I know that for such a shady campus, none of it is actually useful in avoiding said sun.
But when I am five feet away from you in a mostly empty room, I should not be subjected to huge towering waffs of your body odor that could challenge tsunamis.
You are at least nineteen years old. Now, I know that Mommy is not on campus to tell you these things, but you should probably already be aware of it. And frankly, I have no idea how you managed to discover girls and/or not get hit by the Stupid Bus without this knowledge, but--
ITS CALLED DEODORANT. Discover it, love it, and for all that is still holy and sacred in this world (which would not be my poor, assaulted nose), USE IT.
And while you're at it, take a bath*!!
No Thanks and Looking for Clothespins,
The Management
In other news, my suite mates are.... interesting. Alright, they're downright odd, weird, loco, not-all-there, a few cards-short-of-a-full-house, and they don't seem to understand that suction cups don't FUNCTION in really humid rooms. But they're a huge cry better than last years batch, sos I'm not complaining.
*Or a shower. I'm not picky.