I got quite a laugh out of the whooping and hollering drunks outside the dorm last night. They stood outside and made asses of themselves for some time. It must have been some sort of post finals high. Maybe they all failed out and they just didn't care anymore, but then again this is college, and there is no better reason to get drunk than to simply be drunk. This went on about midnight. My suitemate's roommate came home right before I went to bed smelling like a liquor factory. He had been one of guys doing the whooping.

I went to bed last night planning on cleaning the floors this morning before I left for home. I get up to use the bathroom after waking up two hours before my alarm (it seems I'm growing used to two hours of sleep a night and this 8 or 9 or 20 is getting to me) and it's wall to wall vomit in the suite. What joy? What luck? The last day I'm here and I get to spend it bathed in post party fervor. No one better expect me to clean jack. I'm throwing away my perishable food and riding on out of here.

I made a recording of about a minute and thirty-nine seconds of the whooping. It was loud enough to record with a PC mic five floors up from the ground. It didn't come out too good since it was very windy last night and I don't have a guard, so I had to dangle it as close to the window as I could get without actually letting the top point towards the wind. Check it out here if you're bored as hell. It's a variable bit rate encoded MP3 file, which came out to be 614k. Not too bad I don't think. It could be smaller, but I won't bother.