Good morning, buddy.

Accidentally witnessed major, ghetto drama on the 9th and 10th floors tonight. LOL.

Megan [@celluloidhero] and I were watching SNL when we heard some loud talking/yelling outside her room on the 9th floor. We look through the peephole and sure enough, three girls are catfighting in the bathroom [they left the door open?]. After a couple minutes, they leave.

When SNL ends, I get up to return to my room. As I walk out of Megan’s, I see one of the girls from the argument storming into the bathroom again, pulling a guy along while complaining about something. They see me, so she drops his hand and leaves him outside the door since guys aren’t allowed in the girls’ bathroom. Obviously.

I go into the bathroom back on the 10th floor to brush my teeth. I hear some girl whispering into her phone about how she’s hiding on the 10th floor, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. A few seconds later, she steps out of her hiding place aka the shower stall. WTF. Even better, I realize it’s another one of the girls from the catfight. LOL.

I text Megan about the incident and she replies, “Maybe it’s a two floor thing? One guy just ran into my hall screaming how he was going to kill the black midget if he found her…”

HAHAHAHAHA. DAMN. I wish I knew what all this chaos was about.

I was chatting with @koeppelicious and @celluloidhero yesterday about the effects of Nyquil on dreams. I’ve never taken Nyquil, so I wouldn’t know but apparently the dreams people have are loopy. I think because of our conversation, I had the craziest, weirdest dream ever.

The most memorable part [aside from sitting with Renee Zellweger and Bradley Cooper on a private plane] was at the end when a rabid animal that looked like a weasel attacked me and clamped onto my hand. I was trying to pry it off, and I started to choke it but it wouldn’t let go or die. It hurt like a mother in the dream, obviously. I actually woke up breathing really heavily and sweating. It was pretty freaky, not gonna lie.

And I blame Blood Creek for that part of the dream because in the film, Henry Cavill’s character gets attacked by a dog and his brother had to kill it because it wouldn’t let go of his arm. Then he just happens to have a rabies vaccine [what a thoughtful EMT] in his bag:

[SRY. I confess. That was unnecessary.
I just wanted to post Henry. Obviously.]

I just don’t get the purpose of this thoughtfully-named product. Maybe it’s just due to the fact that I’m a traditionalist when it comes to the iPad’s [all e-readers, technically] star features - electronic books and newspapers. I would never not be able to physically hold a book or newspaper in my hands. There’s just so much joy in going to a bookstore and picking out a new story to immerse yourself in. Running your fingers along the books’ spines, that new book smell filling the air, and hearing the crinkle of the newspaper as you turn its pages at a table in the bookstore’s coffee shop… it just wouldn’t seem right otherwise.

Think about the parallels of that Nazi villain from “Blood Creek” and Voldemort. Voldemort totally drank the blood of unicorns when he was weak. Can you imagine if Nazi drank unicorn blood? I’m pretty sure we need to make a sequel and get on this. -Megz

No worries. Lemme just look up Joel Schumacher in the Yellow Pages. I got us covered.
You can be one of the screenwriters of ~Blood Creek 2, and I’ll be the casting director. I’ll find us a scene-stealing unicorn.
I’m thinking I could have a cameo as a Zombie CCP member? And your German’s good enough for a line or two.

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