about a week ago, i decided to take a night shower. because i am of the sophistication level of enjoying and savoring my showers, i may have taken a little longer than is customary for most people. i left my roommate watching alias around 9:30, and returned to the room at 10 to find it... locked. not exactly sure what to do, and definitely not wanting to go to the rho in what tim describes as a somewhat "frumpy" towel (it's one of those towels with the elastic and velcro at the top so you don't have to hold it up... yeah, it's pretty frumpy), i decide to try random doors of people on my floor to see if i can use their cell to call tim. because, after ordering chinese food on someone's cell phone multiple times per week for a year, you kind of memorize their number. i finally find someone nice enough to let me use her phone however (gasp!) she only has a landline. so i make use of our university's fabulous "conversant directory" to get tim's number and call begging to borrow some pajama pants and a t-shirt until i can get a key to my room. tim came to my rescue, and said i could just stay in his clothes until my roommates returned rather than pay the $10 or whatever to get into my room.
that, with my summer-at-brown's fire-drill-in-a-towel have to be up there with my top collegiate experiences.
(and no, i did not write this post to avoid an ilaw paper, i merely did it to get in the "writing mentality" as i like to call it. oops!)
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