So that you know....
+Carl: the crazy redhead who lives down the hall; Gavin's best friend at school; my practical brother
+Gavin: the male counterpart
+Emily: the roommate
+Brock: Emily's boyfriend of almost two years
+Zach: Gavin's roommate
+Kelly: Zach's practical wife
+Erin: the bisexual teddy-hugging masochist who lives down the hall
There's been a definite gain in weight since I got here. I was warned this would happen, but who ever looks at the big picture, anyway? Sadder still, I live across the street from the recreation center. But I guess working out in a concrete block never sounded too appealing. Actually, working out itself never sounded too appealing. Skipping class is O.K. if you still have an A in the class, right? Whatever. Secretly I feel like a slacker but I think I'm pulling it off on the surface. Gavin caused Carl to bite completely through his lip last night while playing basketball. It was the general consensus of the floor that he should find a ring and put it through the hole, which could easily have a beam of light shone through it. I'll put pictures up on facebook. Friday night is the Graffiti Party at Gatsby's. Nothing better than alcohol + people writing on your boobs. Horny guys. Great. Slap a sign on me that says 'slut'. Let's have a theme party that's degrading to GUYS. Like, hmmm. Ok. Let's face it, guys degrade themselves, and then other guys think it's funny. Guys are the anti-degrade.
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