Because you have always wanted to know the inner workings of Kyriè Sierra Dorkenpork. Dorkenport. Davenportski. Dave-en-port. Well, whatever my name is here is what I was thinking:
First some backstory… This chick from my floor whom I didn’t know previously just walks into my room via the bathroom and starts up a conversation about where I am from and how I like it here and classes and staplers. Then she drags me to her room so I can see it (her roommate just moved out so she has this giant space to herself!). She says she has all this room and no idea what to do with it. I say, “Have a giant dance party.” and she asks if I do raves because I look like a raver. I go back to my room, grab my shoes, then head outside to get some water bottles.
NOW what I was thinking:
I apparently look like a raver… well I am one. I rave. And rant. About staplers. On facebook. A bit too much. I need to stop and remember that twitter is not faceboo– shizza! FACEBOOK is not TWITTER! There we go. Geez. Oh look it’s raining. Well, sprinkling. And it is kind of cold. But oh well. I am thirsty. I go here too often. Soon they will know who I am… Stalkers. Okay, resist the temptation to buy junk. Ooh, rootbeer. Resist the temptation! Ooh, skittles! No. Bad. Resist the junk! Ooh, NutriGrain bar! Wait. Wait a minute. Hmm… Accio Oreo Double Stuff! Nope. Those are regular Oreos. This place should have double stuff. Just for me. And Red Vines. Does the east coast not have Red Vines? It’s like trying to find rootbeer in NYC: a search ending in heartache. Okay, person texting. Are you going through the door? Are you moving on? Stop walking so slow so I can know if you are going to stop in front of the door, finish your text, send it, and exit OR stop in front of the door, finish your text, send it, then move away and make me feel like an idiot waiting for you when I could have used the time to go through one of the other doors available with no slow walking texters in front of them! Gah. Stairs still have salt on them. Cold. Don’t walk on the grass! I’m lazy so I am taking the elevator. Oops. People just came through door and elevator closed. You snooze, you lose. Back in room. Yes! I should post this on facebook. But I post too much… Oh, well. It has been fun. And we should do this again, sometime. Especially you Emma! And Hayley. You guys made it totally awesome! <3
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