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I was so excited to sleep in today, it is Friday and since yesterday was Thirsty Thursday, you better believe I was awoken by a strapping young man urinating on my door, again. It has nothing to do with me or my roommate, we figured out that my door is the same amount of doors away from the elevator as the bathroom door is from the stairs on the other side of the building. Does that make sense? I would draw you a diagram but I hope this is just not necessary. Anyway, I was up till 3AM helping this young strapping boy to the correct door, my RA's door, "Here you go, this is the bathroom door, when you walk in, don't miss, aim high Joe." Oh, alright, that didn't happen. But on my way to get a sandwich, a boy was urinating in the middle of the hallway down on the boy's side. Our floors are co-ed opposed to all the other buildings that are all boys on one floor and then all girls on the next. What were they thinking putting Freshmen boys and girls on one floor? We take bets to see how many boys will crawl out of the closet sized dorm room of the blonde bombshells in the morning down the hall. Seeing 3 football player sized men stumble out of the room, I mean closet, is like watching (I apologize for the cliche) 15 miniature clowns crawl out of an even more-miniature sized car. As I am trying not to picture, but at the same time picturing the...sleeping arrangements...RIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG! Crap. Fire alarm.
Another one.
Quick-- put on pants, put on a bra, where are my shoes? Bang! Ow, my head, you know, they should either make the bunk beds shorter or the ceiling-- taller.