lesmels

So begins and ends another misadventure... a pretty girl is in my common room blow-drying her dreads while her dog is sleeping on my pink fuzzy rug wearing a service-dog vest that she made for him and managed to pawn off as the real deal. "He's an epileptic alert dog....just look up the policies on the American Disabilities website." But let's start from the beginning, go back in time a few days and take it nice and slow. Not because we need to, but I'm lazy little girl whose going to pretend to fall a sleep a few times in the middle. Antibiotics: a real bitch.

From the top now:

The girl and her roommate Jessie joined Liz, Kenny, and approximately 12 beautiful Indian girls that no one really knew at an expensive Argentinean restaurant called Olivas. Jessie was completely preoccupied with being morbidly depressed over her recent break-up with a girl named Haley, thus negating anything but sordid tales of lost love as conversation. Liz had also broken up with her boyfriend recently so it was difficult to tell, after dinner, if it was the broken-heart ambiance or the cheese that made everyone nauseous. At evening's end...Jessie retired to her room while the remainder of the troop went back to the Indian girls' apartment. A frightening man of large girth was pacing around downstairs while the group meandered along the balcony waiting for the door to be unlocked. He called up to them but was ignored or mocked...depending on who you ask. About an hour later, Kenny and the only other male present (Tristen) left to pick up their guitars so they could serenade the pretty girls. The strange man from downstairs knocked on the door...they answered. He barged into the living room and began to speak in a hushed foreign tongue. He's in the apartment and they don't know what to do about it. Not cool...

but they all survived. The end.