Caution: what you are about to read may contain violent acts of comical aggression. The men of 400 L are trained professionals (not really) and we dont know what we are doing.
I don't know what has been going on with my roomates and myself lately, but we have become more open to the appreciation of destruction that seems to only exists in boys-ahem, I mean strapping, young men with rugged masculinity that can only be matched by people like Bear Grylls and Bill Nye the science guy. I blame Glee for this recent uprising in aggression.
I have a sword. Dont ask how or why I have one-just know that I do. I have recently been practicing with it. My main sparring partners have been my futon and my roomate Matt. Sad to say, I got carried away the other day and stabbed a hole in my futon (not Matt). The other night, Matt was holding paper and I would slice the paper to test the sharpness of the sword until I nearly missed Matt's finger. Oops.
My other roomate, Jesse has recently found this new game called "Sydney Shark". You play as a shark in Sydney (go figure) and your main mission is to destroy whatever you can. The more destruction-the more points. You can destroy everything from killer whales to airplanes (how a shark can manage to jump high enough out of the water to bring down a commercial airplane still puzzles me). The other day, I looked over at Jesse playing the game and he was sweating. Not just the "it's hot in here and my back is sweaty" kinda sweat but the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead kinda sweat. He was so concentrated on this game. Everytime he managed to bring down a blimp or airplane or a parachuter, we would know because he would emit high pitched screams until the item was completely destroyed. I have never seen my roomate enjoy something this much since hush puppies from Long John Silvers.
I don't know what has been going on with my roomates and myself lately, but we have become more open to the appreciation of destruction that seems to only exists in boys-ahem, I mean strapping, young men with rugged masculinity that can only be matched by people like Bear Grylls and Bill Nye the science guy. I blame Glee for this recent uprising in aggression.
I have a sword. Dont ask how or why I have one-just know that I do. I have recently been practicing with it. My main sparring partners have been my futon and my roomate Matt. Sad to say, I got carried away the other day and stabbed a hole in my futon (not Matt). The other night, Matt was holding paper and I would slice the paper to test the sharpness of the sword until I nearly missed Matt's finger. Oops.
My other roomate, Jesse has recently found this new game called "Sydney Shark". You play as a shark in Sydney (go figure) and your main mission is to destroy whatever you can. The more destruction-the more points. You can destroy everything from killer whales to airplanes (how a shark can manage to jump high enough out of the water to bring down a commercial airplane still puzzles me). The other day, I looked over at Jesse playing the game and he was sweating. Not just the "it's hot in here and my back is sweaty" kinda sweat but the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead kinda sweat. He was so concentrated on this game. Everytime he managed to bring down a blimp or airplane or a parachuter, we would know because he would emit high pitched screams until the item was completely destroyed. I have never seen my roomate enjoy something this much since hush puppies from Long John Silvers.
I sneak in Duns room in the morning usually ten minutes before his alarm goes off and I slap him until he wakes up. Call me a bad roomate-but I like to think of it as....ok, I'm just a bad roomate.
Two nights ago I threw a shoe at my roomate. I don't remember why. It just seemed like the right thing to do. In response, he locked himself in my room and started messing with my stuff. Immediately, I became territorial. I then proceeded to ram my door so I could get in. It worked. However, in the process of actually getting in I broke my lock and put a hole in my door because as soon as it flung open from me ramming it it ran into my piano and my piano went through it. Oops again.
With all this being said, we really do love each other. We have just been choosing to express that love differently lately. Hopefully this is a phase that my roomates and I are going through. Maybe once this season of 24 is over things will be different. But until then, be warned-the men of 400L are not trained and we have no idea what we're doing.
Two nights ago I threw a shoe at my roomate. I don't remember why. It just seemed like the right thing to do. In response, he locked himself in my room and started messing with my stuff. Immediately, I became territorial. I then proceeded to ram my door so I could get in. It worked. However, in the process of actually getting in I broke my lock and put a hole in my door because as soon as it flung open from me ramming it it ran into my piano and my piano went through it. Oops again.
With all this being said, we really do love each other. We have just been choosing to express that love differently lately. Hopefully this is a phase that my roomates and I are going through. Maybe once this season of 24 is over things will be different. But until then, be warned-the men of 400L are not trained and we have no idea what we're doing.
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