So today my roommate and I were just chilling in our dorm room with the door open. Two African American students came by and gave my roommate a small bag of candy with a little invitation attached.
They said, "Hey, welcome to Stanford! Come to the first BSU meeting!" (or something to that effect. BSU was definitely in there somewhere. After that, they turned around and left.
As they exited the door, my roommate asks, puzzled, "Wait, doesn't my roommate get an invitation too?"
The girls then reply, "Uhm, sure. I guess she could get an invitation and come too if she wanted..."
After they finally left, my roommate finally read the invitation and said, "Oh, they're black! Black Student Union." HAHAHAHA.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Story of the Night
So there's this tiny spider that's been hanging out in the corner of the dorm room since forever and ever ago. It just hangs there and moves up and down every once in a while. Unfortunately, neither I nor my roommate wanted to kill it and we had yet to meet someone who would.
Tonight, we called our friend Josh into the room, and he picked up Malaika's (my roommate) huge water pack like he was going to toss it at the spider. She was yelling at him not to (of course), and he almost did, but he pulled a "psyche!" at the last minute. Next, he took up her shoes, and chucked them at the corner. It's a given that the aim was not fantastic, especially into a right corner angle of the room, so he missed a million times over and left a shoe mark on the wall. He tried tossing a shoe once again, and thought he made it, so the spider's body would drop down. Squealing like a little girl, he jumped back and pulled his arms to himself. It was hilarious! Malaika and I almost died laughing. Then he looked back up at the wall and said, "Dude, you have a black mark up there." Gee, I wonder who put it there? -_-;;
Luckily, the RA, D-Tran, a.k.a. Dr. Tran, stepped in to save the day. He borrowed Malaika's chair and a tissue and squished the poor little spider to death while thinking we were ridiculous for being so afraid of such a little thing. Yes, that's our life. Then he tried to convince us the spider wasn't really dead and it would come crawling back out of the trash can. Fantastic. Overall though the RA's pretty chill.
So I went party-hopping after that. Jumping through three frat parties in one night. Very interesting. Smells disgusting. Feels disgusting. Looks disgusting. Tastes disgusting. I've realized that having people hit me on the head because they're flailing like a dying fish in order to balance themselves while grinding on a girl since both that person and the girl are drunk is not my scene. No thanks, I like my head and I like my space. No grinding, no body-rubbing, and nothing awkward like dancing with the only friend who hasn't run off while both of you are sober. Doesn't work.
Tonight, we called our friend Josh into the room, and he picked up Malaika's (my roommate) huge water pack like he was going to toss it at the spider. She was yelling at him not to (of course), and he almost did, but he pulled a "psyche!" at the last minute. Next, he took up her shoes, and chucked them at the corner. It's a given that the aim was not fantastic, especially into a right corner angle of the room, so he missed a million times over and left a shoe mark on the wall. He tried tossing a shoe once again, and thought he made it, so the spider's body would drop down. Squealing like a little girl, he jumped back and pulled his arms to himself. It was hilarious! Malaika and I almost died laughing. Then he looked back up at the wall and said, "Dude, you have a black mark up there." Gee, I wonder who put it there? -_-;;
Luckily, the RA, D-Tran, a.k.a. Dr. Tran, stepped in to save the day. He borrowed Malaika's chair and a tissue and squished the poor little spider to death while thinking we were ridiculous for being so afraid of such a little thing. Yes, that's our life. Then he tried to convince us the spider wasn't really dead and it would come crawling back out of the trash can. Fantastic. Overall though the RA's pretty chill.
So I went party-hopping after that. Jumping through three frat parties in one night. Very interesting. Smells disgusting. Feels disgusting. Looks disgusting. Tastes disgusting. I've realized that having people hit me on the head because they're flailing like a dying fish in order to balance themselves while grinding on a girl since both that person and the girl are drunk is not my scene. No thanks, I like my head and I like my space. No grinding, no body-rubbing, and nothing awkward like dancing with the only friend who hasn't run off while both of you are sober. Doesn't work.
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