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For All Those In Univ. Dorms

Fri Nov 16, 2001 11:06 am

I found this on the network here at school, I have no idea who wrote it, but I laughed so hard.

The inventor of dormitories . . . let's find him, make him pay for the travesties he's visited on America's youth. Can't you see him designing these hellish stacks of humanity many years ago? From the sidewalk he raised his hands triumphantly and said, "It shall be like the projects with less violence and more marijuana!" He then took lumber and Elmer's Paste, as it is often called, to create these pet-carrier sized rooms that we live in. You wanna know why people from the projects hardly ever go to college? It's because they don't want to leave their lush surroundings.
The actual term dormitory is of course derived from the Latin term for sleep, which is appropriate because that is all you have space to do. You have to do it standing up in the bathroom sink but it can be done. The luckier students have space to scratch their a**es but the windows have to be open and their roommates have to be gone for the weekend.
When you go home the closets even feel like a gymnasium, and you can romp around in the bathroom like a horny antelope. I can't imagine the kids who brought everything they own to the dorm. I brought like a condom and a sock. Next semester I hope to have a towel and the other sock. I also need a new condom.
Forget having space to sleep. Who sleeps anyway? Nobody on my campus! I think it's a rule. This one kid tried but no one knows what happened to him. Let's just say his floormates never saw him awake again. I feel like I'm a member of the national insomnia coalition. 0ur agenda involves a lot of Frappacino and staring at the test pattern on TV. It's like this strange pseudo vampire lifestyle. Did you know that if you stay up late enough, they play the Tonight Show over again and it still isn't funny?
No sleep really f*cks with your eating habits too. Every night at 2 in the morning you get as hungry as a Bosnian and and the pizza places don’t deliver any more. People have White Zombie playing until 5 AM, which to me really encompasses my mood at 5 AM. I could be listening to Kenny G and it would seem hardcore at 5 in the morning. It doesn't matter anyways because you still can't get an open clothes drier minutes before sunrise. There's like this one chick who's always tying up an entire drier with like one pair of panties. I let it slide because it gives me an opportunity to watch hypnotically tumbling panties. The worst is when she turns out to be morbidly obese and you have to vomit in your laundry basket. Not that the dryers work anyway. I could fart on my laundry and get it drier than the converted toaster ovens that the university supplies. Dry jeans? Forget about it. I had to convert mine to a deep-sea wet suit.
So what if you want to leave the dorm? Get ready for a chore. You'll need keys, ID, bag, books, a map, an umbrella, sunglasses, insulin, a snakebite kit, mace, and a pack mule. Then you have to go walking through the building kissing the a$$es of all the dweebs you live with and holding the door for anyone in the same county. What's with the door holding policy? Like opening a door requires a spotter. If you've got arms, a coordinated foot, or useful nub, open your own Godd*mn door. No matter where you go you have to use these gerbil-on-a-wheel elevators. I could climb up the side of the building with a corpse tied to my johnson in less time than it takes for the door to close. Then you have to f*cking march for miles from your dorm which is conveniently placed on the opposite side of the campus from any building that is remotely important. People on roller blades I accept, people on bikes I have urges to clothesline but tolerate, but people on skateboards have a value just below medically retarded Nazis. It must be explained to them that skateboards were cool when we were 11 and even then they weren't that cool. Where are you headed? Probably to get something to eat at the dining hall. The only dish they haven't screwed up is Lucky Charms. I think the university supplies them with a blender and unlimited horsemeat mixed with some retired circus animals. The key to making the menu fresh and exciting is the food coloring. The charming and buck-toothed lunch ladies who have more facial hair than your father ever have will proudly announce, "Yesterday we had chicken nuggets and today we present to you blue chicken chunks that are totally unrelated to the nugget which we served you just yesterday. We are serious; they have nothing to do with each other. I stake my hair net on it. You can have extra blue in yours." And the ladies (who really seem to love living in the exciting scooping career) refuse to serve more than what fits on a toothpick. You can't just ask for a large portion, you have to ask for “more than the offensive line could consume this semester." Then you get a second blue nugget. Remember how excited the salad bar got you the first week? Now the potato bar makes you homicidal (What are bacon flavored bits made of?). Then you get to come home to your room. Mine is called a suite, which is a pretty cruel manipulation of the English language. I get to spend time with the closet case that the boarding office apparently found compatible with me. He's like Chewbacca's considerably less attractive estranged midget cousin. A wookie also has better control of the English language. My roommate is another rant all together. Most people get one of two kinds of roommates, the one who sharpens knives while he watches you sleep (mine), and the one who asks you what it's like to go outside (also mine). My suitemates next door live an intensely Rastafarian lifestyle. In an attempt to put Cheech and Chong to shame, their bong is a centerpiece of the room that they clean with wadded textbook pages. They smoke to Bob Marley at 5 AM on Wednesday nights, which is a little too hardcore but you have to love their dedication to the sport. End your dorm day by hopping in the shower. It's as big as a Tupperware container. It has 3 temperatures, f*cking hot, really f*cking hot, and nuclear. Whenever somebody flushes a toilet on the campus the temperature goes to skin removal levels and I go blind for a few minutes. I swear it is connected to every toilet. My brother flushed the toilet at home last week and I called him to tell him to be a little more considerate.
The bathroom is as clean as any fast food restaurant urinal cake and after the average college student pressure washes the toilet with a bottle of Vodka it's as clean as any bus station. I've given up on cleaning in the bathroom and I'm disinfecting myself. A quick spray down with Lysol Direct and my body is fresh and repellent to several bacteria. Bottom line. Turn up the music and try to get high off the fumes coming from under the bathroom door because they never share. The "best days of our life" will be over soon.

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