I've decided I really like Brittly does the whole "what's written in magnetic poetry on my refrigerator" thing. So here is my dorm room equivilant: What is Written On My Door. I have a little dry erase board that was originally intended for people to leave me messages on and such. I never write on it myself. Right now it says, "I'm NOT Angry... I'm ANI!!" ....and then on the left is says "ANI OR DIE!" and on the right there's a cute little picture of a person's hand with their middle finger sticking up. And then on the bottom there's a little peace sign, and it says "Rip a chord M!!" (umm... the M is actually my whole last name, but I just don't feel like telling you that.) Also on my door are three sheets of paper people taped up there. One of them says "Sign if you too love ANI!!" and underneath it has the "signitures" of Erin W, Sara R, Sarah C, Sarah M, and Karen H- Karen's signature has a "(says Hellz Yeah)" next to it. And at the top there's a pawprint and next to that "was here! Hi" ...I haven't figured that out yet. I think the only people who actually signed it were me and Erin and the first Sara. And somebody else kinda helped the other two. Those are all five of the people who live in my hall. There is another girl who technically lives here, but she's never here. She got her rent for free, so she keeps the room just in case she needs it, but she only spends one or two nights a week here. Yeah. So the next sheet of paper says "We (heart) Ani!" Fuck You!!!" and in one corner it says "We love lap dances! and in the other it says "Best Fuck You of the DECADE!" ...that one probably needs more explaining. See, I've been trying to convert my hall into Ani lovers by showing them the parts they'd like... and that's namely "Untouchable Face" (which I tend to call the "Fuck You" song to get their attention, because I never swear.) ...in case you forgot, the chorus goes: I won't know what to do and I won't know what to say Except Fuck You And your untouchable face and Fuck You For existing in the first place and who am I that I should be vying for your touch I said, who am I? bet you can't even tell me that much. ....and then the lap dancing part comes from me forcing them to listen to "Letter to a John" which starts out Don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not gonna tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap For five dollars a song ...they don't usually get past that part. The third piece of paper says: "Milliman, Would you be my friend?" "......uh, no" "Okay well, thanks! Talk to you later!" M Loves her Floor!!! that one probably needs explaining too, huh? I tend to be blunt. I haven't even come close to mastering the art of saying "no" nicely. I just say it and let them deal with it and I generally don't think that's a problem. There was one night we were basically all rolling around on the floor laughing because Erin (the one who made the sign) asked me if I wanted to go to the basketball game and I said no (in about that many words) and she said something like "Hey, thanks for sparing my feelings there! Y'know, if you didn't want to go, you could've just told me!" and I can't even remember what she said but it was funny. And the whole thing hasn't quite been forgotten yet. Yeah, so that's what's on my door. You wanted to know that, you know you did. In case anyone was wondering (and I know you were) my quizzes were only so-so. The first one was a lot harder than I expected but I know I did really good on the second, so maybe it all balances out. It's amazing how much better I feel after I've had a good social day. As opposed to yesterday which would be a bad social day. Bad social days are days when everything I say sounds stupid and I do nothing but make a fool out of myself and I feel better if I just avoid people all together. Good social days are (the opposite, duh.) days when I actually do social things and don't feel terrible afterwards. I get less work done, but I feel better. I'm starting to think that might be a decent trade-off. ~me