CLOSED FOR CLEANING

After a few days of being here at BGSU, I have seen some interesting things as you have read before...
But the other day, (all my good stories happen on my way to the bathroom) I got to the community bathroom and noticed the trash can was missing. I turned around and looked down the hall for Jim, our cleaning mastermind who I think should become president, but no one. So I did my buisness and headed down the hallway back to my room and practically ran RIGHT into a girl holding a trashcan stumbling every few feet she could muster, then stopping to dry heave. Only in McDonald...

It was just wonderful waking up at 3:25AM to banging on my door and then giggles... Only in McDonald...

You know, I wouldn't have posted anything but all I need to do is pee and brush my teeth but after grabbing my keys, putting on shoes, opening my door, locking my door, walking ALL the way down the hall, turning right, the left, then right again...I got to the bathroom...and there is a HUGE sign saying "CLOSED FOR CLEANING." Damn.

In Heaven

Chris, sorry this took me so long!

Breathalizer

"My cousin has one of those alcohol things in his car."
"A breathalizer?"
"Yeah...he has had three DUIs so he bought one."
"How old is he?"
"19."

It was at that moment in the convorsation I knew it was going to be a fun night. I wasn't drinking, I was eating my weight in:
1)Mashpotatoes with gravy
2)Ice Cream
3)One Cookie
4)Yogurt
5)Chicken Nuggets
6)French Fries
Now, you see, I had to walk 30min to get to the Sundial, where the good food is, and then continued to walk the entire distance around the campus after getting lost for 1.45hrs. I have no guilt.
Anyway, enough about the wonderful food...I am salivating right now...I need a tissue... So my friends and I get back to the dorm and not three min after I walk in the door, and say, "Honey, I'm home!" An ambulance pulls into the parking lot of my dorm. Due to my curiosity and crave for gossip, I popped my head out my room door only to find 8+ underage drukards standing on my welcome mat. The chillins' had ambled down to our side of the hall for fear of the cops that were called. Long story short, as the EMTs walked away with the gurney...
"Three shots of vodka and he's out?"
"Welcome to college kid."
"Ah, he will enjoy his 7:30 class with a really nice hangover, punishment? Check."

Bio Dorm

When living downtown in Columbus I heard stories of the condemned house next door (see previous post). The house I speak so much about was the very nice house that had been taken over by cockroaches. The homo sapiens abandoned ship and moved on. Anyway, the reason I am telling you this is because while leisurely walking down the hall that I live at the very end of, I noticed a note on the dry erase board on my RA's door. "I saw a cockroach in my room and don't know what to do, can you please call the exterminator man, I don't like bugs." Really? On the NHSRC (Natural Health Science Resident Community) floor? I really hope these girls get stronger stomachs, I prefer that the woman checking out other woman's vaginas hold their lunches in during the awkward moment of finding...bugs.

blame Wes for this.

I force everyone I meet at Bowling Green to watch this. It is a good icebreaker.

Fire Alarms

I don't much like fire alarms. Well, I don't mind the excitement every once in a while right before you read the first word on the hardest test of your life. RRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! Ah, yes, test delayed, mission: completed. But maybe 3AM is not a good time to pop popcorn and go take a shower then use the hair straitener in your room that is already filled with popcorn smoke because you just hit the popcorn button on your 1943 microwave that was given to you by your great-grandmother in her will. Yesterday around 2:53AM, alarm. "What do we do?" A girl asks me with a completely stoic tone of voice while standing in the middle of the hallway. "Maybe, like, go outside maybe, like, yeah." I reply in an oh so more peppy tone. Sorry, it was just too easy! I love it here, great choice.

First Aid Kit...Check.

With my first aid kit in hand and 6 big burley men following me with all of my worldly possesions being toted in bright blue IKEA bags, I moved into McDonald West dorm on the Bowling Green campus Saturday. To get from the car where we parked to my room, we walked three miles past six stations where they were handing out cups of ice cold H2O. As we were walking past these water stations I just kept thinking, "were not running a marathon, we are just moving me into my dorm room-" I know realize why so many. 3 miles, 4 flights of stairs, the entire length of a football field long building, and back down again...repeat. My roommate, Christina is really cool, she brought a "fold and fuck."

For everyone who told me that the Mac dorms were where the party's at--people on my floor must be smoking pot and drinking alone because everyone keeps their door closed except for my roommate and I. People are always welcome.

I appologize for being so syincal (is that how you spell it?), I really like it here, my mommy drove all the way from Knoxville and helped me move my stuff, for the record she was surprised how much I didn't bring. My stuff had room to breath in her car. I realy do like it here, people are really nice, I ate at the Pita Pit with a good friend, Cameron, and have been attempting to remember 3000 names. At least I brought my first aid kit and notes on CPR from my Red Cross Training.

Good Idear!

I am going to hell.

Gets me every time.

vertical living

In the ghetto, we don't keep our furniture on the porch, because it gets stolen, we keep in vertical near the front door.

coup d'état

Living on my own is quite interesting, not having to explain to my parents where I am at all time is...different... Dad said I couldn't move out, so I did. It is wierd not having to tell my parents that I am going to the park so I got a white board for our fridge. My roommates know where I am most of the time. It is a hard habit to break.
Lets face it, I am OCD. I slept on the lazyboy last night but woke up at 6am to find two cockroaches on the counter of my kitchen. The neighbors abandoned ship after the cockroaches decided to (stage a?) coup d'état. Now that all the roaches have to eat is a bottle of bleach left behind by the former residents, they have zoned in on my humble abode. I spent the last three hours cleaning my kitchen. Ew.