MikeMostly , 26

Alright, time for more rambling about strange events in my current place of residence.  Now, as discussed before I live in a large, ex-sorority, house with way too many other people, most of which are a bit off to say the least.  My room is right next to the bathroom on my floor, which ends up working in my favor most mornings because I can lay in bed, half awake, listen to the water and know when to pounce on an empty bathroom.  So, yesterday, just as I wake up I hear someone getting into the shower.  Alright, standard situation, the water turns on, our old jankey door makes a loud slam as it opens and closes, etc.  Now, after a few minutes of running shower noise I hear the toilet flush.  Alright, person X was letting the water heat up and had to pee, I can explain this.  Here’s where it gets a bit odd, throughout the next 15 minutes or so the water continues to run in the shower, and the toilet gets flushed not once, not twice, but ten, yes ten (I counted) more times!  Really, the primary reason for this post is for someone to crack this mystery.  What the hell could someone have possibly been doing in the bathroom that would lead to this?   

Yes!!  I figured it out, I feel mildly accomplished in myself right now.  Not really the point of any of this, but always a good feeling.  Not even really sure what led me here, guess it was the few friends recently telling me to read their blogs in an attempt to keep tabs on their lives.  Not really sure that's how this thingie's going to go.  Not one to be like, this is the day to day life that is mine but we'll see what pans out now wont we.  Anywho, I figured I needed to keep a journal of these things, which will of course be mentioned in great detail in a shortly, in order to look back on it one day and be like, 'yeah that's real'.  I've got plenty of stories people hardly believe to begin with, my favorite of which involved being chased by a spotlight on a search helicopter, yep. 

But yeah, life now.  Well simply put, inter-varsity christian coalition, IV for short.  Now me, christian, no.  Remotely religious, no.  Some may go as far as saying atheist actually.  But!  I somehow ended up living in the IV house here in Houghton, MI (tangent:  It's in the UP of Michigan, a place few actually know exists and even fewer people actually live, so yay me!).  Ultimately, being at a tech school and living in a 'I love God this much' based house leads to a very low social bar being set (not to say that there aren't religious people who are quite good socially, but I've really noticed a high density of religion and social awkwardness, perhaps it's the tendency toward home schooling, nevermind that now though).  But yeah, back to social bar, um, it's low.  There's about 14 guys living in my house, heaven forbid a female were to be part of this, too much temptation you see (I actually overheard one guy complaining about a movie he recently saw for having girls in bikinis in it because it forced temptation on him.  Really, you're a male between 18 and 25 it's nonsence to act like you don't want to get out there and procreate.  The more you make a big deal out of said urges, and stress over a girl in a swimsuit the more of a problem it becomes.  Needless to say I interjected with, "everyone loves a scantally clad coed" and walked away).  Granted, once again, tech school, so it's something like a 1:4 girl to guy thing to begin with.  Most of the people here are good guys, not too eventful, nothing really to talk about.  But, there's those few cases where you're like 'how did this kid make it this far in life without randomly getting stabbed, shot, or simply killed in some freak accident'!?  My favorite of which we'll call Tim for the whole purposes of slander and what have you.  Now Tim is that kid who, well I guess 'kid' doesn't fit because he's actually older than me.  He graduated, mechanical engineering degree, working for GE, living dreams, etc..  And still lives in this crappy dorm style house, that for starters, to me, says something's off.  You should at the very least have your own kitchen, maybe a cat or something, make us proud!  But anywho he lives here, he's the kid who always wants to have social interaction with people but when he finds himself into said situation always freezes up and doesn't say, do, contribute anything to said situation.  So we'll be in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and he'll sit on the counter, watching us in silence for a good 20 minutes before he drifts away.  He's one stealthy bitch.  Turns out every time we talk about him he's lurking around the corner. 

So here's the story worth documenting, I'm sure there will be many more if I give it any form of thought or what have you.  I'm doing laundry, a basic task, forget my catpants (PJ pants with a delightful realistic cat print covering them) are in the dryer and could very well melt, so I sprint down the several flights of stairs with one goal of saving my beloved catpants.  I save them!  Time to let out a deep sigh of relief.  But when I get to the main level, the first floor if you will, where we have a cornucopia of random couches that have been left behind by the multitude of people who once lived here, I see Tim along with one of the newest tenants sitting on opposite couches chatting each other up.  Now, we have a few foreign kids in the house, one from India, one from Indonesia.  The one in this story was the Indonesian one.  Tim tends to radiate toward the foreigners for some odd reason, perhaps seeking companionship in those who are somewhat of outcasts to begin with, not really going to get into that now.  So anywho, catpants!  I get that somewhat awkward glare of why are you sprinting down the stairs and almost at the same time like 'come play with us Mike'.  I ignore it and save my fleece.

Now here's the odd thing, I come back down the stairs, oh lets say 20 minutes later or so to make myself some dinner.  And see Tim sprawled out across the couch he had been sitting on.  OK I'll go with that, you wanted to take a nap, heaven forbid you go up the flight of stairs to your designated room, whatever I'm going to use the blender to spite you.  But the odd thing, on the opposite couch, Indonesian kid in almost the exact same position napping as well.  Here's what gets me, how, when, how did their conversation with one another end up taking a turn toward napping together!?  Like I mean, I did see Tim and the Indian kid a few months ago in a similar situation end up just kind of looking at each other in complete silence for a good 10 minutes, but I feel like to get to the point of napping one has to get to the awkward silence, and then just be like, 'yeah I think i need a good cat nap right now'.  How insulting is that to the person you're speaking to?  And why would said person think it was a good idea to just mimic said behavior and take a nap too?  Strange stuff going on here, strange...