get me outta here!!
a couple random conversations..

roppiker: tina says she pooped SIX times today
roppiker: gross or impressive?
mok says: ....

mok says: HI DEBORAH
happiepenguin: see ya in sl maybe
mok says: I LOVE YOU
mok says: *muuuuuuuuah*
happiepenguin: LOL
happiepenguin: ur not mok
mok says: bye baby
happiepenguin: ....
mok says: this is your lover
mok says: *muah*
happiepenguin: yeaaaaaaa
happiepenguin: are u titas
mok says: this is kelley
mok says: hahahahaha

why would deborah think it's titus..?!?

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WHEN DOES IT ALL END!?!? CAN I GO HOME YET?!

seriously, there's something about me and peter and dorm rooms that just doesn't mix. i swear, if i have to spend another week in jester west room 500, i'm gonna go nuts.

last year, in our jester east room, we had a freakin' annoying fire alarm that would beep every 20 seconds. it didn't stop until maybe march or april.

as if that wasn't bad enough, this year we were lucky enough to get a room with a constantly dripping faucet. it's gotta be worse than chinese water torture. at night, when you're trying to sleep, it sounds like there's a fountain or a fish tank right behind you. either that or someone's taking a leak in the sink.

this past weekend, GQ had a crawfish broil. an icechest full of leftover crawfish, potatoes, and watermelon was left at the sophomore senior farewell practice. my genius roommate decides to take the ice chest back to our room and just leave it by the door. no, he did not think about refrigerating any of it, and yes, i want to kill him.

the next day, a disgusting stench covered the room like houston humidity. i was sick with a stuffy nose and i still wasn't immune to it. we opened the ice chest and pulled out the potatoes, and lo and behold, they were molding. peter placed them on the sink, where they stayed until the next day.

finally he decides to dispose of it. so he opens a trashbag and i help him dump everything into there, thinking he'd bring everything over to the trash room. nope. it stays there until the next morning, when the smell is even WORSE.

i lift up the bag to drag it outside the room, and, what? YES! THERE'S A HOLE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG!! AND A HUGE PUDDLE OF CRAWFISH JUICE/WATERMELON JUICE/ROTTEN POTATOES!! YAY!!!!

GAAAAHHHH GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!