I think I’ve been here long enough. Sick of people walking in and out of my room during the night just to stand there.
There’s some nutjobs in this place. Mainly the guys. One walks around in a suit while another struts around without a shirt on showing off his fake tats.



Thinks he’s god’s gift.

I called the Greek house over and over. The humiliation of it all! On one occasion they came cheering and yellin’ into the bathroom while I was on the shitter.

Can a bloke not take a crap in piece?




They’re back again today. Will this never end?
I’m trying to watch the footy on TV when one of em stands right in front of where I’m sitting.

Good one drop kick, block my view why don’t ya. If it’s not enough to expose the nads and have a streaker roaming around I have to stare at some guys ass.

I’ve contemplated following that trail of books by the way. See if they magically lead to anywhere, there’s so god damn many of them.


That was Castor Nova. Turns out he’s the same Castor Nova who was here when my sister was. The only thing I can make of it is he was a freshman when she graduated and probably doing really really bad on his exams.
That or he’s a loser

'Stop runningggg!’




Great. Now I have to play catch with them.