...is that vomit? or, Alex Takes a Moment to Whine.

Reasons I think I want to move to Green Street next year:

*the people I've met over there are consistently pretty cool
*the houses there actually look like houses
*it's right across the street from the music buildings and the gyms.
*on weekends, there are people stomping around and shouting drunkenly until at least 2am.
*Green Street is marginally closer to the vegetarian/vegan dining room
*the vomit-like splatters that cover the lower part of the wall and the toilet in one of the stalls in my bathroom have now been there for 24 hours.
*Our basement (read: central party area) smells like weed and cheap vodka, and last time I was down there there was broken glass all over the floor.

I'm not entirely a grumpy old woman. really. It's just that I like classy fun. And the people in my house are great. really. it's just that my idea of a good time totally differs from theirs.