Restrooms

I have found this week to truely reflect my brains inability to function when I have to pee. Just a few days ago I was reading a book. On the last page, I was walking to the bathroom in Holden Hall. As I was reading, I shoved the door open and entered the room. The aroma of urine filled my nostrals, and I looked up. the bath room was white. This would have been fine had it not been blue last time I used it....wait...are those urinals? yes. Just turn around and walk out. As the blood started to rush my face, I found myself telling everyone who saw that this was the consequence for having my nose in a book. At that moment I felt as if I were in a book myself. I then went into the the correct bathroom only to find the color blue more soothing than ever before. Today I simply locked myself out of Michael's room while he went on his rounds. He had to make sure everything was in order in the dorm area where he works. I had to use the restroom. What is it with restrooms and I...? Any way. I locked my self out, and now I sit in the company of two dead roaches in which i have taken the liberty to name. oscar and pete. I like two think that these two roaches were quite fetch with the ladies and talked with the accent of a Brit. Pete was the more silent type with a bit of mystery and intellegence. Oscar on the other hand was a bit more out going and full of charm and whit. If you are thinking about how attractive these two males sound, please remeber they are roaches. reguards, becca