roomates - 1st year - sound & silence - pt 3of4

As you may notice, this isn't the easiest stuff to write about, yet my retired writer friend dearly departed, challenged me to find the humour in these situations, so I'll keep it up in his memory.

Anyhows... Emo-boy wasn't the one who swabbed the decks. Note the plunger attempt.

Finding a friend to stay with, Artsy-wino had enough after first term and his replacement in the dorm was even more crazy fun. Halo-boy was a piece of work, hot-boxing up the bathroom with Emo-boy, playing massive amounts of Halo while he was 'working' on assignments and drinking Lucky beer by the 18 pack.

Having cousins from  Vancouver Island where Lucky is brewed and affectionately called redneck champagne, I'm used to bone-head drinking and yelling, but having to write assignments and edit photos was a bit more than I can handle over the racket of Halo-boy and Emo-boy in a cage match of yelling over who got the TV for playing video games.

If I had a major amount of assignments to finish, the cable connection for the TV to Xbox went missing and then screa-mo would have been a nice sound in comparison. At least it was a truce.

Halo-boy was okay with this as his assignments were almost as many as mine. He still found plenty of time to shoot up Halo online or cook hamburger helper while drinking Royal Reserve Rum. He clean up the kitchen well enough and loved the idea of stacking Emo-boy's dishes.

Then came the night Halo-boy plugged the toilet. The flooding of water awash through the common area was the first hint that all was not right. Neither was him yelling at the toilet. I yelled back that the toilet was on strike from lack of fiber in his diet.

Never met someone who couldn't use a plunger. Halo-boy thought they were for scaling buildings. Suction cups work on a similar principle but as I explained the physics, he was fascinated.


'Physics are so cool! I always just let gravity do its thing if I didn't have a cherry-bomb around.' I'm not making that up and wonder how Halo-boy survived his mother's wrath.


Emo-boy was already flipping out as he heard the word cherry bomb mentioned. His room was next to the bathroom and we both threatened to shove his head in the toilet but it was already full. Halo-boy and I got along well enough.

That was probably the worst we could come up with, yet Emo-boy thought it was hilarious as long as he didn't have to clean it up. An odd combination of swearing, laughing and screa-mo but at least he was smiling, ish. What we put him through next was much worse...

To be continued.... madness pure madness which I hope strikes a chord and someone out there gets some insight to what happens when cabin fever hits room-mates during long Canadian winters.