So it's around 5:45 in the morning; I'm sleeping. Mind you, we've only all gotten moved back into college on Friday (or Saturday for some), and most people are in different townhouses than last year. Anyway, it's 5:45 AM and I'm asleep. I hear my door open which wakes me up. I figured it was my roommate because last year he had the room on the right, and myself the left, but this year it got switched. Well it turns out it wasn't my roommate.

Someone walks into my room. I stay still, pretending to still be asleep. Then I feel someone gently touch my arm.

"Scooch over" she said.

u wut m8?

Me: *Turns to look at her, as she stands by my bed* "Uhhhhh... Who are you?"
Her: "I'm Chasidee. I'm looking for Kyle. He said [mumbling] booze [mumbling]."
Me: "Uh-huh... Well, Kyle doesn't live here."
Her: "Is there like a chair I can sit down?"
Me: "Can you like... not be here? 'Cause I don't know who the fuck you are."
Her: "I told you I'm Chasidee, looking for Kyle who plays soccer."
Me: "He doesn't live here."
Her: "Oh... Okay." *leaves*

dafuq?

She was obviously drunk. Lol.

~ Miles