A week ago tonight was my last night in The Stadium. I really miss the place. I mean sure, it was a piece of crap house, but it had personality, and a personality I enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, I really have loved the luxury of central air conditioning in the last week, but The Stadium's lack of that really only added to its charm in my opinion. I have a lot of memories in that house, and probably because I lived there for two years it will forever define in my mind my college experience more than any other location. Of course the place still haunts my dreams.
Literally. Last night I had a dream that I was battling roaches in my old room. And when I say battle, I mean of epic proportions. They were invading my room and I was killing as many as I could with my right flip flop. It was like a scene from Lord of the Rings, except there was no CGI, it was all real. I had to smash each one hard enough to kill it, but softly enough so that I didn't break whatever fragile object they happened to be climbing upon. These roaches were very clever in my dream, and seemed to only perch themselves on items made of glass or other breakables.
I smashed one once that was so big that it exploded all over my bed (which was at least 5 feet away). I wanted to stop to clean it off, but I couldn't because the evil horde kept advancing (they were hitting me pretty hard on my left flank at the time). As scary as that sounds to most of you, it seemed pretty natural to me. I was pretty steamed at them for getting their yellow slime and fragments of exoskeleton on my sheets, but other than that it just felt like business as usual.
When I woke up I was kind of disappointed that I wasn't able to be surrounded by roaches, or be engulfed by a heat wave when I walked into the living room, or watch as Nathan tried to get Matt to look at him naked, or patrol the neighborhood with the Andude trying to find cats that we can shoot with airsoft guns, or participate in some ridiculous argument with Matt.
She was a good house, and she'll be missed.
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She was a good house. Because of her, I will never fear stray cats, moths, cockroaches, mold, or Nathan's Penis ever again.
Yeah, what's with the moths the last couple of months?
A bag of rice fell in the closet and moths started to breed in it.
I don't know if there is a correlation between rice, asians, and moths... but it is weird how Asians always smell like moth balls...
Matt Leung
Those were good times. That was on the day that I turned 21.
People are going to totally think we smoked weed, because you mentioned "pipe world," "smoking out," and a "roof."
B-mart when are you coming to dallas? so we can smoke some more "tobacco."
Matt "doesn'tsmokeweed" Leung
as an update to the house, Brasher has completely cleaned the kitchen, including the microwave and stove top. It looks incredibly clean. When I first saw it that way, I was rather impressed, then I thought, "man, it's going to be so much easier to see the roaches now," and, as if on cue, a roach crawled across the sparkling kitchen sink.
Then, yesterday, so as to continue the new found tradition of shooting anything that may or may have not moved outside the Stadium, I shot a squirrel climbing the tree behind the kitchen . . . . 5 times. He kept climbing and turning, so I kept shooting. Tis a great tradition.
beautiful. i'm only sorry i wasn't there so that the squirrel could have been shot 10 times. keep up the good work.
no, it crawled out of sight
The only things those guns have killed are cicadas and roaches.
and wasp
Oo. Touche. Hey Matt, I'm reading Life of Pi right now, and I have to say that I really enjoy it.
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