Sunday, January 29, 2006
The following post will be somewhat gross, so you may not want to read it. But, of course indulge if you'd like.
Last night around 3:30, I woke up to a noise. I couldn't determine what this noise was at first since I was awoken very suddenly. As I listened for about 30 seconds which gave me time to comprehend what the hell was going on, I realized it was my roomie puking. Next question to hit me: is it in the bedroom or the bathroom? As I began to wake up more, I realised he was in the bedroom at the foot of the double bunk (I'm on top.) About one minute had passed from the point I woke up to realising he was puking in our bedroom. I was like WTF!!!! I couldn't fall asleep for awhile but eventually I heard him pass out. I rolled over to the foot of my bed and shined my iPod over him (iPods are good flashlights ;) to see the disaster. He was laying on some of my clothes. WTF again!!! I just couldn't take it anymore and decided to deal with it all in the morning.
So I woke up this morning, put some drops in my eyes so I could see better, and then looked at the damage. There was puke on my Rip Curl shirt, of all f*cking shirts, he had to puke on that one. I just shook my head in disbelief and was sooo pissed at that moment. My roomie saw me check out the deadly scene and I looked at him in scorn. I took my shower. While I was in the shower, I could hear him cleaning. When I got out of the shower, he apologised for what happened even though I didn't wanna hear that sh*t...."Oh, I'm sorry for what happened last night. I don't even know how I got there." He said some bullsh*t like that. He also put my shirt in the wash to hopefully get it cleaned. However, I left before I could see if it was still stained or not. I am assuming it will be, and you better believe I am going to make him pay me for the cost of the shirt. Even if the shirt gets cleaned, I don't know whether or not I will ever want to wear it again. Instead of being one of my things from Australia, it will be one of things from Australia AND the night when my roomie puked on it. WTF man!
In short, I hate when people pull sh*t like my roommie did. Did I mention he was only three feet from the bathroom floor....one metre man! How the f*ck could you not make it a few more feet. Seriously, I have been drunk off my ass so many times, in a mental state of mind where I had no f*cking clue where I was or how I got there. For example, I visited the University of Pittsburgh my 1st year over spring break. One of my friends belonged to a frat and we started drinking at 6 pm and didn't stop until 1 am...so we drank for 7 hours straight. We somehow stumbled back to his place and I woke up in the morning passed out in the bathroom. Basically, everytime I have been trashed beyond comprehension, I have always made it to the bathroom to spew. Maybe God helps me out or something. I don't know. I am about to implement a three strike limit before I flip out on my roomie. This would have the second strike. Just waiting before I can't hold in my frustration anymore....