Sober boys around me be actin like they drunk...

So as I predicted craziness was definitely in my forecast for this semester. Barely two weeks in to my time back at the university things have definitely gotten out of hand.

                I’ve had the whole dorm to myself this weekend. Not only did Suzie-Stink-a-Lot move out sometime last week (praise the Lord!), my roomies unfortunately decided to go home again this weekend. As lonely as it can get, it has been kind of nice to let’s just say “get back in touch with myself” (that sounds kind of dirty know that I think about it).

As a part of my “alone-time regiment” I decided to cook myself a lovely dinner of penne pasta with vodka cream sauce and a delicious French bread. I later decided to get ahead with some work to hopefully ease the stress of my upcoming school week and afterwards chose to go to sleep a little early in order to start my Saturday off right. While I was in my delicious deep sleep I heard a loud knocking in my dream and before I knew it I was awake to an actual knocking, well rather banging, on my front door. I creeped my way to the peep hole and noticed some guy I’ve never seen before in the hall, punching the wall, and of course banging on my door.

First thought. What the h…well you know. I decided to try and ignore it and just go back to sleep, but before I could walk back to my room homeboy decides to try and open the door. So not only is he thrusting all of his body weight into my front door, he’s trying to open it as well. *panic mode* I run back to my room, close the door and deadbolt the thing. I scrambled all over my room for the dormitory office number and of course can’t find it; anywhere. Chaos fills my body and I start to shake and cry. I mean, what if this dude gets in??? I can’t take him on with the little bit of pepper spray that I have, I mean what damage could I possibly do???

                Finally, it stops. I decided to be bold and I went downstairs and before I could even make my way to the elevator I see the same guy passed out on the lobby floor. I should’ve kicked him in his face because I’m pretty sure he was so intoxicated he wouldn’t have even woken up, but that’s beside the point, I went to the office and filed the appropriate complaint. The on-call resident assistant luckily took care of it and even recruited two boys to carry the drunken punk back into a room.

                All in all homeboy probably wasn’t technically trying to “break-in” in a drunken frenzy he probably just got my room confused with a room he was staying in, but nevertheless it was one of the most terrifying things that’s happened to me here. Let’s just hope I can sleep in peace tonight.