Alone today...and then there was a drunk...

With two roommates gone and one at work I had the house to myself for a couple of hours, which was a welcome change from being followed or having my whereabouts known at all times. I took advantage of my alone time and of course did the cliche dancing around in my underwear. It was nice to do that outside my room for once. I also got some dishes washed and in shaun of the dead style I figured things would go similar to this:
Me: well aren't you going to thank me?
Rm: For what?
Me: For cleaning up
Rm: Doesn't look that clean...
Me: Well I had a couple of beers when I finished...

Speaking of a couple of beers, a friend of ours just walked in...completely...and utterly, drunk as a lemur. That's right, the one that is never drunk...is giggling like a school girl. I have never laughed so hard in my life. For the first time ever, I have seen Crowly drunk. I think that's how you spell his name...anyway it's hilarious I wish I could document this in something other than a blog...dear lord all I can hear is giggling from the bathroom... looks like it's going to be a fun night. Awesome he's dancing now.

Anyway, other than that exciting bit of information, in my time alone I also took a bath, and found I shouldn't be aloud to think that much. I started thinking of the past four years... Awesome he's dancing now. Throughout this entire entry I'm giving updates. Cause this is just awesome...he also yelled at the tv, saying "Fuck you George!" Seinfeld is on. Again, spelling, I don't know.

Anyway, yes the past four years...thinking of different things I have experienced. The whole residence thing was quite the experience...
He now can't deal with Harrison Ford staring at him. (I have a cardboard cutout of Indiana Jones in my room.)
Residence, experience right...so he called my computer a pimpjuice machine. Mostly because there's a pimpjuice sticker on it.
You know what? Forget my original thoughts, I'm just going to keep on the drunk Crowly watch.
He said, "wake fun of him"
Now explains that he hates being drunk and not in control of his shit (i.e. his speech) also says: fuck Luke Skywalker.
He was also convinced he was a ninja because he is currently wearing a pink ribbon around his head. He's afraid that he is a gay ninja.
This will go down as one of the funniest nights I have ever experienced.
He also threw someone in a snowbank...they are apparently best buddies.
He got mad at me for looking at his chest. I guess I'm a pervert.
He also keeps saying that he can't wait for me to make fun of him for the next year, so really this is more for me than it is for you.

Sadly he seemed to have calmed down since Monty Python and the Holy Grail is on. He's mesmerized. So, since I am greatly distracted I'm ending it here, I'm sure there will be more to report next time.
Laters! :P