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Right after I posted this morning I got dressed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Someone comes in the bathroom, and I don't think anything of it until I look up and see some guy behind me in the mirror, unzipping his pants to use the urinals that are on that wall. I was already finished, so I walked out, saying "I really didn't need to see that this early in the morning."
Just... ew. This is a girl's floor, and the guy had his coat on and everything, so I'm assuming he was going to leave soon -- so why couldn't he go downstairs and use the guy's restroom, like you're supposed to? The only reason we have urinals in our bathroom is because apparently they switch the floors around every year or so. They're not there so some random drunk asshole can wander in and take a piss while girls are going in and out in various forms of undress (some of us are only in towels, since our showers and toilets are in the same room). Common sense should be a college course. Hell, it should be a mandatory high school class, and continued in college, damnit.
Will and I came out of Medieval History and ran into a guy carrying a chainmail shirt and a crossbow (which he apparently uses at the SCA). Turns out the guy's name is Jessi, and he's pretty cool, works at a leather booth at Renaissance festivals in the summer and stuff. I'm not sure if he was hitting on me or not -- if he was, I'm flattered, but he just slightly creeps me out. Plus, from the way he was talking and the way he looks (mentioning that he never finished college, and having a patch of thinning hair and stuff), he's probably too old for me. Oh well; he's nice, at least.
Just... ew. This is a girl's floor, and the guy had his coat on and everything, so I'm assuming he was going to leave soon -- so why couldn't he go downstairs and use the guy's restroom, like you're supposed to? The only reason we have urinals in our bathroom is because apparently they switch the floors around every year or so. They're not there so some random drunk asshole can wander in and take a piss while girls are going in and out in various forms of undress (some of us are only in towels, since our showers and toilets are in the same room). Common sense should be a college course. Hell, it should be a mandatory high school class, and continued in college, damnit.
Will and I came out of Medieval History and ran into a guy carrying a chainmail shirt and a crossbow (which he apparently uses at the SCA). Turns out the guy's name is Jessi, and he's pretty cool, works at a leather booth at Renaissance festivals in the summer and stuff. I'm not sure if he was hitting on me or not -- if he was, I'm flattered, but he just slightly creeps me out. Plus, from the way he was talking and the way he looks (mentioning that he never finished college, and having a patch of thinning hair and stuff), he's probably too old for me. Oh well; he's nice, at least.
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