So we’ve (Dr. Irish Chicago and I) have started a list of mean things we want to do to my future “random freshman” roommate.
You see, at CCCB we have to have three people in every room, so it gets a little stuffy in this tiny little dorm room with two other guys. So Chris (my roomie from last semester) and I booted our last roommate out, and we’re going to have a new guy. We don’t really want to share our room with a third guy but the school says we have to – unless this guy (for whatever reason) wants to drop out.
Would it be appropriate for us to encourage the random freshman to drop out?
Next semester I will have what they call up in these parts a “bedside commode.” It’s a toilet for a handicapped person. It’s actually just a bucket that hangs from a steel frame and a nice toilet seat on top of the bucket. I got it for free for helping out at a garage sale. I couldn’t stop thinking how hilarious this thing would look in my room. Hardcore.
What if I told the random freshman that I have this bedside commode because I have a chronic irritable bowl problem? BUT instead of using the commode, I poo myself. I get some old underpants from goodwill and poo them. Of course, I wouldn’t actually poo myself, I could purchase some fun-size Milky Way bars and melt them for 30 seconds and squish them in the old goodwill undies.
“Too far!” you say? You try sharing a tiny little room with three guys. Each one of them wants to have their 19-inch monitor w/ internet access; a huge closet for all of their stupid sponge-bob-square-pants wardrobe; eight bookshelves for their comic book collection; wall space for posters; and all that other crap.
I’m not really going to go through with this pooing myself stuff, but it’s fun to dream of stupid things to make your roommate want to drop out. I will say that there will be a bedside commode in my room. It will be my desk chair, and it will be the single greatest desk chair ever in a college dormitory.
Other stuff on my mind lately…
My folks are coming to see me this weekend. I have to finish my paper this week for my correspondence course in order to stay ahead of the game.
I spent somewhere around two and a half hours last night talking to my best friend, Josh. It was good times. It was like we were in Des Moines again just me and him chillin’ at a park talking theology, and remembering things of old, and contemplating on the who’s and the when’s of our futures. GOOD TIMES.
The Meagan was here for about a week, and that was a trip for a number of reasons that I don’t think I’m ready to divulge here. It was a long week, that went by so quickly.
I got burned by one of my favorite older ladies in the congregation last night. She told me that I was being a bad example because I was wearing a hat in the house of God. I hugged her and told her that we are supposed to worship in Spirit and in Truth. And then I took my hat off and told her that First Corinthians teaches that women are supposed to have a covering in the church and I put my hat on her head. Then I let her talk down to me for a minute and walked away wanting to punch something. Grrrrrrr….. I’ll get over it.
Sierra is coming back next semester… unless she was lying to me again, and she’s not coming back… I guess there isn’t a way to believe it unless she actually shows up on the 22nd.
Taco kisses,
Tim