ridiculous.

I am currently sitting in my room, holding my breath as everything smells like the most disgusting body odor I could ever conjure up. It is disgusting. I want to take a shower but can't because the bathroom is covered in black, chunky vomit. Just being in my house is nervewracking because one of them might approach at any second. Let me just explain how things got to this point.

Last night, all of us in our house were having a splendid evening eating pizza in and telling stories when Anna informed us that her boyfriend and two of his friends were coming up. they arrived an hour or so later, all three of them completely drunk. And when I say completely, I mean completely. One of them could barely walk. This same one soon got sick and was stuck in the bathroom for the next few hours throwing up. The other friend smelled of, as Lorri described, "a strange mixture of b.o. and onions." It was repulsive. Well, all of us (not including the drunkards) went to a party in another dorm area. Rephrase: we went to approximately four parties that all consisted of around seven extremely dodgy looking people in a small room with really loud music playing. Needless to say, we gave up and left highly disheartened after discovering number four was also a bust. So we come back to our flat to find the sick one still sick and the smelly one even smellier. After much coaxing, we were finally able to move the sick one upstairs into a pallet on the floor. However, this left a bathroom stall full of puke. It was black, chunky, and all over the floor.

Well, for whatever reason, I decided to become Mother Theresa, and I cleaned the whole mess up. THE WHOLE MESS! I am not sure what went wrong in my head to think that was a good idea, but I nonetheless did it. I then proceeded to be even more generous and caring by entertaining the smelly one for hours. I listened to him go on about pretty much nothing for so long that I can't even remember what it is we talked about. It started out as a group of us in the kitchen, and then I tried to escape into my room but he followed me and kept talking. Then around 6 freaking am he asked if I was tired to which I responded with a decisive YES, handing him a blanket and telling him to have a good sleep in the hall.

Not so lucky. I began getting ready for bed, but before I could even get fully changed into my pjs, he knocks on my door and asks if he can sleep on my floor. On my floor IN MY ROOM! Obviously, I couldn't say no, so he comes in and changes into his pjs IN FRONT OF ME and lies down. He kept trying to talk to me but I put my iPod in and he finally went to sleep. I, however, couldn't go to sleep because the room smelled SO bad. I finally found a scarf and covered my face with it and was able to fall asleep.

When I woke up, the room was so muggy I could barely breathe. It was horrible. I sprinted out of the room, and when he woke up later and left the room, I nearly passed out from how bad it was after going back in. I can't explain to you just how absolutely repulsive this stench was. It permeated everything and seared itself into your nostril hairs so that you couldn't escape it. SO BAD! It might have even been worse than the one we used to have to endure (you know what I'm talking about). Imagine that, please. We opened all the windows on our floor after he left and hung my blanket out the window and febreezed everything and it is still lingering. I want to kill him and Anna and her boyfriend and sweat glands and slacking deoderant companies and myself so I don't have to breathe in this contaminated poison anymore.

So that was my ridiculous night last night. Either the universe is against me or I make the worst possible sequences of decisions any person could ever make.