Mjarc

There are more naked men here than anywhere else ... ever. You learn to deal with it over time. I'm beginning to think that choosing the room that shares hallspace with Matt's bathroom was a bad idea. All he has to do is say "hey" after he gets out of the shower, and I fall for it everytime. Naked Matt. Me crying. I tried beating him with a micromaphone stand today, but he was able to get his door shut and locked.

"Who is it?"
"Candygram."
"Excuse me?"
"Land shark."

The Sting Behind the Music is on right now. They might as well call it the Police Behind the Music. Only the last ten minutes has been about Sting's solo career. And, just as a side note, his fucking brother got all the ugly genes in that family. Yikes.

I get to go watch a reenactment of the last scene of Hamlet right now with two, live swordfighting dudes. Hope I don't get impaled, and on the other hand, there's about three people in this class that I hope get at least slightly injured. Goddamn English majors, always running their fucking mouths.