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i got bed kind of early, 1130, cause i have class at 9. i hear my door open, since its unlocked, and assume its my roommate jeff, and keep on sleeping. so this guy is on my futon, clearly drunk, breathing loud. so im thinking, "why is jeff drunk, he has a midterm tomorrow" and as soon as i realize thats not jeff on my couch, i hear this guy throw up.
on my futon.
so i turn on the lights. its midnight and theres some guy ive never seen before. blackout drunk. with no shoes. lying in his own pool of vomit.
on my futon.
so i wake him, ask this guy what his name is, where he lives, if he has a cellphone, whos his roommate etc.. the only info i get from him is he thinks his name is daniel, and that he lives in san nic (a dorm over a mile away). so i tell him he threw up on my futon, to his suprise, and that hes in ft.. all he says is "isnt that funny" and he falls back asleep. again, still on my futon.
so i go outside to see if theres a friend of his looking for him, and show a neighbor of mine who doesnt recognize him. i close the door and talk to aaron, from a couple doors down, about what i should do. "daniel" takes this time to run into my suitemates room, so when i get back theres just a bunch of vomit. i go next door, hes leaning up agaist the wall, my suitemates are completely confused. daniel asks if im cool, i turn to talkto billy and khang about what happened, and he runs out the door.
why did a drunk guy have to throw up on my couch while i was asleep? and why did he eat so many carrots?