Musings

So I think I’m going to start using this thing again. But this time the intent has changed.

Today begins the chronicles of my residents in Hail Hall. A documentary of sorts.

I’ll start off from the beginning. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I first got the call that I had been offered a position in Hail, my old freshman dorm. I knew that it would be awesome, as I speak from experience when I say that Hail Hall is by far the best freshman dorm on campus. The nervousness only grew as I started RA training week and move-in day drew closer. And now here I sit in the lobby, having seen many of my residents come and go throughout the past hour. All of them individual and unique in their own way.

So often it happens that new residents of a hall get compared to old ones of years past. It is tough not to. But not too many of my guys fit characters past. I definitely have discovered social groups though and who hangs out with whom. Not so surprisingly, most of them have developed connections with people here in the hall. Only a place as small and tight as Hail, with our grand total of 70-some residents, can do that within the first couple weeks.

I’ve already seen the classics. Lobby romances, late night shenanigans, unrelenting musicians, a crazy Asian and Belmont’s fair share of neo-hippie, awkward, indie kids.

(…To be Continued)

I had a dream where I was riding a motorcycle across the country. Stopped for gas in this half-hick town in Kentucky and talked to a crazy guy on top of a mountain who had the cheapest gas in the area. My motorcycle turned into a bike in the middle of the journey up this huge hill.

Then proceeded to be selling ice cream to people touring parts of Belmont. Only it wasn’t exactly Belmont. My little sister kept running around with cookies. And there was this weird guy with bagels like they were orderves.

Sometime after that (not sure how long because in dream world there is no time) I was hanging out with J.D. (Zach Braff) and Eliott (Sarah Chalke) from Scrubs. They were in a fight and then she went crazy. (They were all in character btw). My dream ended when she started making out with me.

All this happened over the course of about 40 minutes of sleepy this morning.

I think I’ve just been friend-zoned. Fuck. My. Life.

Seriously it’s either this or she’s already in a relationship.

Fuck.

My intentions are clear, pursuit existent. Just throw me a bone, please?

No butterfaces, and no fat chicks. Car will scrape.

Is that too much to ask? My standards aren’t that extreme, are they?

Riddle me this. What makes Jason Mraz so irresistible and spectacular to every single teen-ish girl? I don’t get it. Help?

Bahhhhhh!!!!!

That’s all I got.

There are few things that really get me worked up and pissed off.

One of those is rude as shit people who use their cellphones obnoxiously.

For example: Lady on her phone gabbing away comes up to the counter and wants to be seated. Umm, No? How about get the fuck off your phone for 2 seconds and talk to me.

OR: Having a conversation with someone. Pulls out their phone and starts replying to a text, paying me no attention and expecting to continue the conversation. I’ll forgive once, but after that I’m pissed.

Get off your damn phone and have some manners. What the hell happened to class?