The Secret Life of Morgan Davis

His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream of Wheat
He waits and when she turns out the lights
He tip-toes through the darkness
As he slips to the night.

What A weird... Awkward... crazy couple of weeks it's been.

There is so much I want to talk about... but seeing as how a lot of the things that have happened are still kinda touchy I'm going to refrain.

It's funny, there are a whole lot of people I though I like but... not so much anymore. It's weird how something happens and changes your whole perspective on certain people.

The Hall is not fucking loud

I don't think anything is fucking goin on.

Fire Drill

You wanna see the other side
What's going on behind the eyes
Still it seems if you can't trust
You can't be trusted

There was a fire drill today.
It was actually quite entertaining.
The Fire Department started running up the stair to get everyone outta the building, I came out of my room without shoes on, and I turned around to go get them and a fireman said "You're going the wrong way" and then I turned around and he was like "There ya go" being all sarcastic.... It took us 15 mins or some shit like that.

And than... wait.
do you know those people. (everyone does) the people that make big deals out of stuff that didn't happen to them. Like the people who get all upset when someone dies they don't even know. Or like when the world trade centers collapesd theses people would freak out even though they're like 500 miles away?

Anyway there was a woman like this leading the entire fire drill... she was such a pain in the ass with her fucking cell phone on her belt holster. (only middle age dads should be allowed to wear a belt holster for their cell phones).

Apparrentally everyone survived the fake fire.
I got back to the room and made sure there wasn't any smoke damage.
It looks good here.

Ha ha.
I'm out.

Random Link
I have no Idea.

What I'm Listening To

Bible Study

The bitch went nuts. She stabbed my basketball. And the speakers to my stereo. She called me 'cunt'

I Fell in love at the beginning of the quarter, the girl was lovely, she was totally into me, she liked all the same thing I did. It was a dream come true... Until I woke up.
I hate when guy always us the excuse "She was crazy" when explaining themselves for breaking up with a girl, the reason being when one of us finally do date a "crazy" no one believe us.. it's like the boy who cries "crazy".

We never went on an official date, it was more of just a "hey I kinda like you lets make out on my bed" sort of thing. I guess that must have been one of our biggest down falls, I didn't know here, she didn't know me. But such is life, A creepy stalker bitch that waits till your walking down a crowed hallway flips you the bird and keeps walking, leaving you just a big mess of a man you once where.

I see here all the time now ( I guess it's proly because she lives across the hall from me) and all I get is a nasty look, maybe a nod, but most of the time nothing.

sometime I wonder if the relationship i'm in fail because of me...

naw
They where all crazy.

Random Link
Sweet Turtle

What I'm Listening To

Chi City

And you say Chi city
We don't stop naw we don't quit

I hate when people ask me for money.
I really hate when people ask me for money.
I really really reaaaalllly Hate when people ask me for money.

Today Mr Goodbar came by our room... before I get into this story let me tell you a little about Mr Goodbar.

I met Mr Goodbar at the beginning of the school year, when we met I really really liked him. He is an aspiring rap artist, he makes beats, rap (kinda) and has a pretty good ear for music. Over the first couple of weeks my roommates bagman maddog and myself would hang out with him. This new friendship was awesome until -

The First Time Mr Goodbar borrowed money from me.
Allow me to set the stage.
We're walking inside the campus bookstore, we had just come from our first year orentation class and needed to get some supplies. So he grabbed all his supplies and then we got in line... when we got in line he made hints to his debit card not really working, or there wasn't money on it or something. But after i paid he got up to pay, his card was declined... he turned to me and said "hey bro can i borrow some cash, i promise i'll pay you back". Fifteen dollars later we were walking back to the room, and I never saw the money again.

The Second time Mr Goodbar borrowed money from me.
The entire second floor decided to go out to dinner for our friend's birthday. We went to a very nice Ti restraunt. Mr Goodbar had again said eairler that he didn't have very much money, but he bought food anyway. when we got up to pay his tab was about.. 8.50 he had 6 dollars. So he looked over at me The B Money ATM and I couldn't say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes.

Here's a Little update.
Mr Goodbar came over today (Unannounced) with his eyes all wattery, he started talking about how he and his girlfriend had a "Big fight" I wasn't buying into this. So he left...

Ugh.

Random Link
Cute Kitten

What I'm Watching

Mario

Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee
Crossing the border with your starving child
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu

When someone knock on our dorm room door there seems to be a series of events that happens.
We all get really quite and look around at each other(this goes hand and hand with playing the noes goes game) The unlucky one has to get up and go check the door. If anyone makes the slightest noise then most likely the person outside knows that we're hope therefor obligating us to open the door.

This is a major bummer when unwanted guests come over.
Here's an example.

Today Mad Dog and I went out for a little while and came back home. Once we got back he told me how he wanted to get a sub from the four star sub shop here in the dorm. I decided to stay in the room and just chill.
I sit on the couch and almost immediately someone knocks on the door... since I'm alone I slowly get up from the couch and make my way to the door... whilst on my trip I stub my toe on a stool and give out a little yelp ( More like a "GOD DAMMIT"). Outside I hear...( lets call this guy Mario) ... Yell "Hey are you ok in there" So from that point on I was obligated to answer the door.
The following conversation was so awkward... here I am doing that whole "stand in the doorway so he doesn't get the idea that i wanted to invite him in" and we're just having the most awkward conversation of my life here's a little recap.

Me " Hey whatsup?"
Mario "oh nothing... what happened in there?"
Me " oh i stubbed my toe on the ground"
Mario " am i interrupted something? "
Me "Kinda"
Mario " Can I come in? I left my shoes here the night of the Superbowl party"
Me " Yeah sure" (now I knew I was pretty fucked... he wasn't about to leave"
Mario " Oh here they are... so whatsup?"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Anyway I got him to leave...
About two weeks ago Mario came over unannounced and just used our bathroom, gave birth to a small child, clogged up our toilet, and then left.

ugh.
who does that? Really ?

Random Like:
Centipedes???

Listening To

Mr GoodBar

I heard the neighborhood was bleeding.
Pressed shirts and raincoats for the cause.
5000 termination papers.
Can you read them, if you're sleeping?
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Before we get all into this there are a couple of things you should know.
First of all I'm not the nicest of people.. what i mean is I have this wonderful tendency to be an asshole to everyone.. It's a blessing and a curse. On one hand I seem to have great friends... but I also have a who slew of people who don't like me..


I live with two other guys:

Bagman
and
Mad Dog

Pretty much it's one big happy family.. that I really enjoy spending time with... oh wait.. I don't like my family.

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Tonight a girl who lives in our hall had an argument with her girlfriend.. it was as loud as a jet engine, and almost as unbearable as Fran Dresher singing the star spangled banner with a mouth full of pop rocks.

Here is a quick recap of some of the best quotes I heard from there conversation.

Hall Girl - " You think art school is brainwashing me not to love you anymore"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" (that was when i stepped out the door to see if someone was being raped)
" I never cheated on you with a guy, why would you think that?"
"You don't love me anymore tieshahah (or whatever the fuck her name was)"

Well that's it for tonight.

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A Good Wife


What I'm Listening To












Manchester Orchestra