Will's Whatsupdate

So as I've already mentioned, my Mirrielees roommates are two random sophomores that I met during room-picking: a cyclist named Gavin and an asian named Timothy (the only unassigned guy who wasn't completely socially awkward, even by my low standards). Gavin's stuff is in the double so lil' Timmy must be the one making the play for the single. Then, at 12:15 last night the door opens and a guy with coke bottle glasses walks in. Now, I grew up in the relatively east-asian-free land of the Midwest, so I'll admit that it often takes a little extra effort for me to distinguish between those that I'm unfamiliar with. Fortunately, in the silent moment during which I was deciding between opening with pleasant small talk or just ripping Tim's head off, I figured out that the Asian now standing in my room was not, in fact, Timothy.

Apparently, Timmy fell down a well and was replaced by a random named Roger (maybe? I wasn't really listening). He was under the (mistaken) impression that I knew Gavin (who has yet to appear) and that we had planned to draw together; as the outsider, he felt it appropriate to take the single. I quickly corrected the foolish notions filling his pin-sized head. The little snot-rag had the wisdom to offer to give me the room just as I was about to offer to fit him with some cement shoes and take him for a walk off a pier. instead, I'll help him move out on Saturday.

And now the funny part: the little $#*% is only a freshmen.