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My bathroom makes me miss the dirty streets of Vegas.

That’s how bad it is. Most people ended up going home this last weekend for mother’s day, but somehow, things still got trashed.

When I walked into the downstairs bathroom in the morning, I discovered bloody saliva and remnants of vomit on the toilet seat. Blood was smeared on the light switch, the counters, and the mirror. There was even a bloody cup next to the sink. I’m not sure what happened here, but it looked like some sort of drunken party injury gone wild — all over the bathroom.

The sliding frosted glass shower doors are still absent from their place on the shower and lay instead against the wall. These were pulled down by someone weeks ago, but have proven difficult to be fixed. Due to this, water from the shower is all over the ground. There are puddles in the middle of the floor, some with leaves floating in them, for who knows what reason. We no longer have any bath rugs either, so each shower only brings more risk of water damage and mold. The shower itself is no safe haven either. The tub has been covered in beach tar for weeks now, with no sign of the person who caused it cleaning it up.

I’m just thankful there wasn’t any vomit on the ground.

But seriously, it’s times like these where I miss the dirty streets of Vegas, not that I need another excuse to miss Las Vegas.

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Young Wesley’s Birthday Rager

Friday night, our house saw possibly one of the biggest ragers to happen here this year. It was Young Wesley’s birthday party, and it was quite the celebration. Tons of people (some friends, but mostly friends of friends and randoms) showed up at the house ready to party. We got Wesley a bottle of cake flavored vodka and melted candles to the top, then lighted it while everyone sang him happy birthday. Wesley’s friend also got a DJ to play on our balcony, complete with lasers. The DJ (who was absolutely terrible) blew a fuse after the first half an hour he played, and then came storming into the garage telling us we didn’t know how to work our own circuit breaker.

The party raged on as people climbed onto our kitchen counters to dance. Randoms continued to flow in and the DJ continued to suck. His set up was so bad that people kept tripping over his cords and cutting the music every ten minutes. When the midnight rolled around and the DJ didn’t stop playing, Nala told him to shut it off so that we wouldn’t get another noise violation. He had agreed earlier to turn off the music on time, but once it actually came time to do so, he didn’t follow through. It took a little bit of angry convincing on Nala’s part to get him to quit, but then the crowd cheered for more. After a few minutes, the DJ turned it back on, and promptly got an earful from Nala. Finally, he stopped, but continued to act like a jerk on his way out, pushing and shoving us as he took his gear to the door.

A lack of music didn’t stop people from partying, but they did begin to get unruly. A couple of small fights broke out on the stairs as the rest of the party clamored to get a glimpse of it. Then another girl followed by a small posse, ran up the stairs claiming that she was called to someone to fight there. She yelled repeatedly that the other girl must be too scared to face her before Travis kicked her and the other angry drunks out.

Inevitably, our house was trashed after all of this. Every bathroom had broken glass on the counters. Red cups and little were strewn about, but that was nothing compared to the vomit on the windowsill of the upstairs bathroom. We even found hot pink lipstick marks all over the shower — as if some drunken girl decided it would be a good idea to kiss the definitely dirty shower walls. The next morning, I opened the door to the downstairs bathroom only to discover our flowers had been pulled out of their vase and thrown on the shower floor, along with gobs of hair gel all over. I heard later that people deliberately tried to destroy everything bathroom in our house, but I have no idea why.


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Seriously?

I woke up this morning to a bathroom more disastrous than I’ve ever seen it. Clothes, shoes, packages of condoms, and a phone strewn everywhere. But that was nothing compared to the dried vomit. I mean, come on, you’re already in the bathroom, right next to the toilet, can’t you try to aim a little bit better? Or at least clean up your mess so that the rest of us can stand to go in there? Seriously.

Update: Apparently the culprit was found last night lying in the vomit with his pants down and one shoe in the toilet. This was, of course, before the drunken shower where all of the shampoo bottles were knocked over when he fell, splitting open his lip.

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Winter Quarter 2012: Day One.

With nearly everyone back from Winter Break, day one of Winter Quarter commenced. It began on the eve of a highly anticipated house meeting – one that had most people worried. Apparently, the house was trashed during Winter Break – from disgusting, but mostly benign moldy dishes, to the destruction and flooding of one of the upstairs bathrooms (think ripped shower curtains, urine everywhere, and the floor slightly caved). No one would take responsibility for the damage while most people were gone, and numerous fights on facebook broke out. With a mandatory house meeting called last night, most of us were thinking the worst, when in fact, it was one of the more mellow house meetings we’ve ever had. Everyone agreed the place was unacceptably messy, and that we should all try better to make it a happy, healthy home. End of story.

This morning we woke up to the flooding of the other upstairs bathroom with excrement and blood. It looks like someone in the house has a more serious problem than cleaning.

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