What was it, 2, 3 in the morning? I was laying there, hoping like heck the slurping sounds I’m hearing are really just my roommate snoring but nope, not that lucky. The sounds got louder, “Jabba the Hutt” and his gremlin lover were breathing like they just ran a marathon and here I was, stuck on a vibrating top bunk that I didn’t put money into. I tried moving a lot to let them know I was still awake; useless. I turned up the music; futile, they moaned even more. Man, how bad I wanted to ninja flip out of bed, summon the whip I didn’t yet have (but am sure to buy now) and start taming the beasts below. That later translated into me stumbling to the floor, grabbing my sleeping bag and heading downstairs, but I think they got the point. Made my way to the lounge, feet sticking to the grimy stairs only a college dorm would generate; sticky things were not what I wanted to think about at the time. Played hide-and-seek with the 5, yes 5, freaking switches downstairs to turn off the lounge lights, slid two couches face to face and had my new resting place for the night (morning, I should say).
Nothing like waking up to the Coke man chucking cans in the vending machine like he’s beating his wife. This night must have been payback for Freshman year; now I know why my old roommate hated me.
Wow seems as though I have heard this story before…but is such a classic!! Must be kept for the archives.
Comment by The Little Pain — February 1, 2005 @ 9:07 pm
Ha, if I was your roomate, youd get kicked out every night cause I have so many women!
Comment by JUnit — February 3, 2005 @ 2:41 pm
Hahaha, does Beth know about this???
Comment by A — February 3, 2005 @ 3:59 pm