So as I was writing my first journal entry, two friends walk into my room. One is dressed like a twinkie and the other is dressed in a costume that has a man riding a bull. I immediately picked up my guitar and played, "Horse with no Name" (being that that is one of the only songs I know on the ole guitar). Afterwards we all laughed until I fell on the floor in side splitting fashion. Such is the greatness of being a Hall Director, you never know what you will see or do.

And speaking of doing, we had a really bad thunderstorm last night. A girl in the building (who is cute as all get out) came into the room and told me to go slip and sliding with her and a bunch of her friends. So me and a couple other guys go out to the intramural field, unroll a fiffy foot long tarp and covered it in bubble bath stuff. I got soap in my contacts, but it didn't matter.

Gina, the R.A. told me that when I laugh, my whole body shakes. I think that's a pretty nice compliment. I play hard and I laugh hard.