SHIT!
How much did LJ just lose a whole bunch of my entry???
I was working on that for like half an hour. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Okay. Try again.

Last week, something very interesting occured in the dorm room I now call home.

On Thursday, my hall friend Beth D. (as oppossed to my not-hall friend Beth S.) and I took a trip to A&P.
I love A&P, by the way, and spend WAY too much money on groceries. I went two times last week...
Anyway, we are at the A&P for maybe an hour. Upon arriving back on campus, we go straight to dinner, leaving the food in my car. Upon arriving in MoCon AKA the dining hall, I get a call from our co-friend
Jo, who was to meet us. She informs me that my dorm room door was unlocked (odd, because I'd locked it),and that she is worried about leaving it, and wants me to come back. She gets me a bit late, though,
as we are about to get food, so I tell her to forget about it (our dorm is super locked AND I live up four flights of stairs... even people who live in the dorm hardly ever come all the way up) and to come eat. She does, and during dinner she tells me that Gavin, a guy on our hall, has left an "interesting" message on my white board. I figure it must be something silly; he's been known to draw penises on said board.
So we eat and then deliver the food to the dorm. Upon getting to my room, I find the below message on my board.

It doesn't look much like Gavin's writing, but his initials ARE G.B., so I come to assume he must've pranked me. He's been in a prank war with a girl on my hall... not that that explains why he would've pranked ME.
( follow me into the room for the rest of this thrilling and AWESOME narrative, complete photo illustrations. YAY! )


I am a turtleneck monster. I menace blurry girls named Jo.

On a related note (if you read in the cut), according to my by the door calendar (yeah, I have two calendars and so much differentiate between the two), tomorrow is the day of my human sacrafice to Rufus. Of course, if I follow my calendar, I also got a sex change last Tuesday to become a REAL gay man. Which I didn't. A certain blurry girl named Jo likes to write in things for me to do. BUT, I have decided that said sacrafice shall be pretty boy virgins. And they shall be sacraficed to my lust.
Time to go find a pretty boy virgin who is not gay and is willing to be sacraficed to my lust in the name of Rufus Wainwright.