yes, it ACTUALLY HAPPENED!

Last night (April 18, 2009) for approximately thirty seconds, the ENTIRE SUITE was home together IN THE COMMON AREA!! Some may call this a coincidence, others an accident, but what it really was is a MIRACLE. How's that for suite bonding?!

ALERT

Stuart was "studying" last night with none other than MINZI!  BRAD'S GIRLFRIEND!!

This cannot end well.

I finally saw Nick

Finally,  I know Nick is alive.  He might even be well.

I walked into the suite, only to find his music blasting, with him dancing along with it in the common area.  Seeing me, he stopped, quickly turned around and walked straight into his room, shutting the door, and even locking it, judging from the sound of the door.  If you can't dance in front of me Nick, how do you dance in front of the hundreds who go to RDG?

I'm afraid to eat my dinner in the suite, as Stuart is always around, looking at me with eyes full of judgement as I bite into turkey sandwiches.  

Brad still doesn't answer my phone calls, choosing instead to yell awkwardly at me across campus, as I try not to be seen by any one because I'm too busy to stop and chat.

Megan's off interviewing people for perspectives.  She acts like it's really hard but I know she'll just end up flipping a coin for most of them.  Her being gone means Sara's not around.  I do like Sara though.  It's probably because she doesn't actually live here.  

not drunk enough for 212...

There are some things even a $50 bottle of champagne and a happy hour MASA margarita can't fix. My suite is a prime example.

Currently three suitemates, two practical suitemates, and I are silently sitting in the common area. No one has said anything for 43 minutes and 9 seconds. The only noise is Stu making tea. He always makes tea. Tea, tea, tea. Everyone has tea stu!! And Sara is passed out drunk in the corner. At least she's not puking in the bathroom this time.
I went home to my insane family for Spring Break, but even they seem normal compared to this. There is a used tissue that says "NO DRAMA HERE" sitting on the table from a few weeks ago, but no one follows it. It's like living with a barf blanket on the wall. It's just that painful.

Brad is being weird. And he doesn't even get Friends references!
Nick is off dancing. "Dancing." No one can actually dance that much. He's probably having sex. Hopefully not with Mintzy. She's Brad's.
Stu just said discotheque. I just learned how to spell discotheque and Stu just spit up all over himself.
And Christine texts with ONE FINGER. Who does that? What is she, 50 years old???!!!

here it goes again

I get back from a glorious week of spring break only to be greated by a cold hello from two of my suitemates and a partical suitemate.

I sure wish our idea of being "suitehearts" had actually amounted to something.

Megan was glaring at me for disrupting her limelight just by walking through the door.  She was sitting there, in a cute little tank-top, showing off her California tan.  Blah blah blah, California.

Stuart was sitting in there also, whining about something or other like he always does.  If he's not trying to make everyone vegan, he's complaining about something or other.  He's apparently got girl problems--like, liking a girl problems and that's all he ever talks about.  Everyone has problems Stu!

Haven't seen Nick in weeks.  

Brad refuses to answer my phone calls.  

Happy end of spring break.