Here's to the Townhouses

The basements may be locked (for now), the kitchen may smell like cat piss, and again the basements may be locked, but life is going to be good here. By the time I arrived on Monday at 2:00, the fridge was already at its capacity, filled with Miller Chill's, Bud Light, Coors Light, and a 24 pack of heaviest tasting beer I've ever had. I got pretty drunk.


Going to these townhouse parties in past years was pretty satisfying. Now, me and the boys here will be hosting them, luring innocent freshmen women to drink the juice and teach them the finer points of the missionary position. Hopefully everything will fall into place, and i'll get lucky alot.

Unfortunately, we will be without the basements. It's been hard looking at that door downstairs leading to the basement. My house key will not open it, as expected, and I start to think about what could be. It'll all still be fun, but more fun if we could go down there. I don't know whether we'll try to jimmy the door handle or something, but the risk of getting caught isn't worth it. It's just one more example of how this school is trying to remove our liberties. The party must go on, and it shall.