Ten minutes livin in a paper bag...

"Poster girl posing in a fashion mag..."

So last night, it's about 3:30AM, and Brandon and I are about to go to sleep. All of a sudden, a mildly intoxicated Brandi comes in.

(I'm not going to lie, I considered linking Brandi to a picture of Brandy the R&B singer... then I considered linking it to a picture of Brandy the beverage for the inherent pun of intoxicated alcohol, BUT I RESISTED... MUCH LIKE I HAVE RESISTED OTHER THINGS!)

First of all a little backstory about our room. It's a bit of a weird set up in Morrill. Here's a picture that I took right after I moved in that kinda explains it.


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The same thing is mirrored on the other side of the room so that it kinda looks like

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| <--- DOOR | | | | TO <--- / \ / BEDROOM \ / \___/ Okay, so it really looks nothing like that. It's really more of somthing like this _____ / / \ / \ / \ \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \_/ Okay, so that's really not all that great. But anyway... Haha, so I kinda just looked at the preview, and it took all the spaces out. But yet it looks kinda funny, so I'm going to leave it. Anyway, just look at the attempted pictures above and laugh. So our room has a floorplan like this: (Thanks University Housing!) (except we moved the Fridge next to the door on the bottom of the picture. There's also a SUPAR KEWL Quicktime movie if you click the word room above. I'm Serial.)


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Well, I'm on the right side of that picture. My computer as you can see up above is toward the wall, and my extra chair just kinda sits to the right of me. Sometimes it has my coat on it, sometimes my backpack, occasionally some random clothes, and every now and then a pizza box. So that chair is kinda out of use.

Brandon on the other hand sits nearer the door. And he leaves his extra chair swung out from under the desk so that the back sits against the wall, and that is used as the visitor's chair. Well somehow while I was in Cleveland (which I have yet to blog about, I'll add it to the list of things to write about that I have yet to write about, like the pink ads) on Friday night, Brandon spilled red stuff on his new shirt.

Well, it's a new shirt, and a pretty awesome one at that, so he didn't want it to stain. So he calls his mom (On a related note, it's been confirmed I'm not going to meet her this year, because this weekend we're both going home, and I'm leaving Thursday night, and he's leaving Friday, as well as I'm moving out before him.), who tells him that he should put detergent on it. Being the brilliant guy he is, he puts an entire capful (I was about to put serving, but then I realized these aren't nutritional facts) on... Then asks how much. So now he has a shirt filled with detergent sitting on the guest chair.

Well fast forward 24 hours to Saturday night (where we started the story at the beginning of the blog entry), and the shirt is still on the chair, so we only have two usable chairs and I'm in mine, which means the only available chair is his chair. So Brandi comes in and sits down on it.

And you know what... this blog has become WAY too long... so I'm going to put the actual original story in a different entry... and I'm kinda upset I had to change the song title of the entry... but eh I guess that...

"A Change would do you Good..."