Guys: Being Good Looking vs. Being an Avid Marble Player.
I'm going to start today's dose with a very avid disclaimer:
The following message is in no way intended to insult members of the male
gender. The author is not a sexist, she just wants to express her views on
guys in general. The following does not apply to EVERY guy out there, just
guys as a group. (It goes back to that whole "The person is smart but people
are stupid" thing.) Do not take offense if generalizations are made about
the gender to which you belong. This is all done in good humor. If you've
got a problem with that, then quit reading.
OK, enough of that. Let's get to the meat and potatoes of this Dose.
For starters, I'm just going to remind you that I am going to refer to guys
as a whole. I know that those of you who are males reading this don't
necessarily fall into the stereotypes that I'm gonna place upon you. For
this I offer my greatest apologies.
Well, I'll try and start this.
Guys are really wierd.
Yup, I said it. Brought it out into the open. Guys are genuinely nuts.
Let me tell you how I came to the conclusion that some guys just don't have
too much going on upstairs . . .
Speaking of upstairs, I live on the third floor. The fourth floor is a guy's
floor. So, naturally, this means that there are guys living in the room
directly above Sara and me. Think about that. Right through our ceiling are
two guys.
This brings up a question: What exactly do those guys do up there?!
Hey, in Shawn's words: Stop thinking dirty!
No, seriously. Sara and I often wonder what they're doing up there. We have
come to the conclusion that these gentleman have a variety of marbles,
basketballs, and bowling balls.
At 8 am, we can gauruntee that these guys will politely wake us up by
dropping marbles on their floor. This noise (a marble being dropped and
rolling across the floor) can be heard by us, through the ceiling, every
morning just before 8. Is it some sort of odd alarm clock configured by
Wallace and Gromit, or are these guys practicing for their daily marble
tournament?
Once in a while, we'll be sitting around watching TV at night (or, if you're
my mom, I'll be sitting around doing my homework) when these guys decide that
they have to play basketball. At least, that what it sounds like through the
ceiling.
Once in a while, we will even be so lucky as to hear them bowling. I don't
know how they managed to fit a bowling alley in their room, but hey, you'd be
surprised what can fit in a shoebox! (taking a little sidetrack, Sara and I
were thinking about putting in a pool. See, she got this e-mail that says
it's easy to put a pool in your very own home!)
Well, I just don't know. . . We went up once to ask them just what it is
that they do up there. We knocked on the door, and it was answered by a good-
looking guy (short dark hair, brown eyes, glasses, kinda tallish, wearing gym
shorts). So, after we pushed our jaws shut, we asked him, "What do you guys
do in here that you're dropping various items on the floor all of the time?"
The good looking guy answered, "Well, it's not me. My roommate plays his
stereo pretty loud sometimes. . ." Now, yes, that's true; we've heard their
stereo. But, it pales in comparison to bouncing bowling balls. The good
looking guy then told us that maybe it was the guys next door. So, we
thanked him and moved five feet to our right to confront his neighbors.
After knocking on the door, it was promptly answered by yet another good
looking guy (blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing pajama pants). The same
conversation was held.
So, we went back down to our room and came to two conclusions:
1. Guys on fourth floor are really good looking,
2. Guys are wierd.
Now, granted, we had already realized #2 (and #1 was an added bonus).
So, what is it that makes me tell you that guys are confusing? Well, for
close to three months now, we have listened to these guys above us drop stuff
on their floor. What compells them to do this? We don't know, and we may
never. It's a mystery.
I guess until we find out the way a guy's mind works, we will never know why
there is a need to drop stuff on a dorm floor. Does it make them feel
important to know that they can confuse the girls below? Do they really need
to practice their marble, basketball, and bowling skills so that they can go
out and whup some bum on the marble court? Maybe they're just clumsy.
Well, I guess we'll probably never know.
Maybe next we can figure out what they do that makes it sound like they're
tap dancing . . .
*Just a little side note, today's number actually had something to do with
something. It's the number of the room of the guys above us.
-Sarah