so at the tournament this weekend, we got welch’s sparkling grape juice and we had “champagne showers” and we were like drinking out of the bottles, we were classy motherfuckers!

“So there was a fire drill today and guess what I wasn’t wearing pants! Like this! *demonstrates….* “and then I was like oh sh**! so i was forced to put on pants!”

God my roommate is weird….

Aw dang! For my fun fact in chemistry my fun fact should have been that I’ve been hit in the face with every time of sports ball out there! Including a golf ball!!!

Roommate: I’m not eating dinner without pants on! I draw the line somewhere! There are certain situations that just call for pants.

I am really starting to think that my roommate has a pants fetish…

Roommate: “Ugh, I have to do geometry. Maybe pants are actually like geometry… I don’t get geometry and I don’t get pants!”