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10/20/2002: "Drunk boy on my futon"
Tonight (Saturday, despite what the heading says) I had an interesting visitor in my room. My sorority sister who lives in the room next door had her boyfriend come up for the weekend, and he brought two friends with him. One is sort-of dating that girl's roommate, so there are two couples staying in that room. The third boy got lost while they were all at a bar, and everyone decided to come home without him. By the time he found his way back, all the sleeping spaces in that room were taken. Since MY roommate is friends with him, he ended up staying on the futon in here. OH joy.
It ended up being pretty hilarious though. This guy doesn't have all the lights on upstairs; when he speaks, it's like he has to go slowly because his brain won't work very fast. The last time he was in my room, he spilled his beer on my vanity top and decided to wipe it up with my washcloth. Yeah, lovely, I know.
So tonight he's rather intoxicated, and roomie is screaming at him to keep his shirt on, and she gives him a sheet to put over the futon for him to sleep on. For some reason, he decided to fold the sheet up and stuff it over the towel rack. Then she starts spraying him with body spray, because he reeks of bar smells, and he nearly choked to death.
He ends up with his shirt off, much to roomie's dismay, and we start talking to him about his tattoos. He has seven of them, most of them are Japanese symbols. He had to think for about five minutes before he could remember what some of them meant. One of them means "blood and guts". Or so he says.
Then roomie goes to brush her teeth, and the boy lays down on the futon and watches me type. He starts commenting on my typing skills and says, "You're like *makes typing finger motions and fast-sounding sound effects* and I'm like, 'Holy shit' ". Then he starts talking really quietly, and I can't tell if he's talking to me or himself. By the time roomie comes back, he's passed out, way over the edge of consciousness.
We have now made him hug a teddy bear in his sleep, and I took pictures. I will post them when I get them developed. : )
My stomach hurts from laughing so hard at him, I need entertainment like this more often.