Quote of the day: while in the dining commons with a friend, I was eating a piece of bread with butter. I turned to them and said "Do you ever notice how butter kind of tastes like frosting? That frosting that's kind of bitter...whats it called? Buttercream?"........it took me about 2.5 seconds to realize what I said and I felt so dumb. Oh my gosh. Who would have thought?! Butter cream tasting like butter cream?! What is this?! Heehee....we all have our moments, right?
Dorms are funny to me. Some afternoons they can be hoppin' with people, loud music playing, people's voices you can hear even when the doors are closed, to the point where you can even get annoyed if you're trying to study...and then there are afternoons like today, where everything is absolutely silent and no one is around. I don't get it. I think Wednesdays specifically, people are realizing that its halfway through the week and they need to actually start doing work ASAP. Maybe that's it. But hey, I know that's what I realize Wednesday afternoons, so I ain't gonna complain about a little bit of quiet!
*GRANDMOTHERS: READ THE FOLLOWING AT YOUR OWN RISK*
...I am warning you now Grandparents. You may not want to read this. We good? Okay.
So last night I am lying in bed about to fall asleep, longggg after quiet hours are supposed to be enforced. All of a sudden I hear bumping, LOUD, "club music" playing from down the hall, and a bunch of voices that can only be described as "frat boy noise". Of course I become curious and quite peeved at whoever is blasting their music at 12:30 AM, so I take a little gander down the hall, and come face to face with 2 boys who...lets just call them...exotic dancers. Thats right. 2 boys with a group of girls giggling around them, stripping down into their hot pink undies in the middle of the night. Umm....whattt?? But it gets better. I then see a whipped cream bottle being taking from one of their backpacks. Oh no, I'm thinking, this is about to get a little R-Rated. But no no, they just decide to squirt it all over one of the "exotic dancer"'s hair. UMM...WHAT?? It was truly one of the strangest things I have ever witnessed. At this point my neighbor was watching this all unfold with me, and we weren't sure if we should laugh, cry, or alert the authorities. But just like that, the music stopped, the "dancing" stopped, and the girls scattered while the boys cleaned whipped cream off the floor. This experience just elicited a big, fat, question mark on my part. I was, and still am extremely confused at whether what I witnessed last night was just some terrible nightmare, or if it really happened. Needless to say, I can't look at a select few men on my floor the same anymore.
Nani, I'm sure you just read what I warned you not to read, so before you sell your house so you can send me to Jessup, let me assure you that things like this are not a regular occurrence. Other random shenanigans? Witnessing boys putting hand sanitizer on their hands and lighting it on fire? Sure. But this was just a whole other strange new level. Ugh. I could shudder at the memory.
Well ANYWAYS, I'm sure this was wayyyy more information then I am required to give in my blog, but I knew a select few of you would get a good chuckle, or perhaps just utter confusion, out of the Stripper Story. I leave you with that.
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