Utter chaos is reigning supreme here at Chapman. If you want a little peace and quiet...this is not the place to be. Let me repeat myself...RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!!

Here's the past couple of days:

--Aaron, while playing with his food, created a volcano like eruption of chocolate pudding, frosting, pink lemonade, and an oreo cookie that ended up mostly on his lap. To make it worse, this amalgamation was, according to others at the scene of the accident, vomit/diarrhea colored.

--Our room is meant to hold two people. We have three. And five guitar cases, two amps, a PA system, multiple temp. roommates at any given time, boxing gloves, three computers, and now...a full drum kit. Needless to say, it looks (and feels) like we're living inside a storage shed.

--When we're driving somewhere and we don't have enough seats, I get put in the back. As in the way back. I'm kinda like a piece of luggage. We all head to the car (and this has happened three times now) and Josh calls the back middle seat (because he figures that nobody wants that seat, so him calling it like one calls 'shotgun' will instill a desire in everyone to want to sit in that seat), Christina sits next to him...since it's a law that you can't split up the dating, Aaron and Meg get carsick if they can't see out the window, and Emma drives the car. Which leaves...me...and the 'trunk'.

--In the middle of the night our double-decker shelf that was perched precariously on top of the microwave came crashing down, sending video games, video game systems, food, eating utensils, bowls, and paper towels flying across the room. Ed started laughing, I said "oops", and then we all went back to sleep.