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- Joined
- Oct 11, 2011
- Location
- Somewheeeeere over the raaainbow!
The morning was pleasant. It was warm and only a few wispy clouds were in the sky. It was warm and and it was the weekend. That was a recipe for a good day. A boy with messy blonde hair was hidden under his blankets. His name was Isaac Thorn. He was a college student. His dorm room was empty at the moment. His roomate must be out with his girlfriend. Isaac rolled over in bed. The sunlight poked through the curtains right onto his face. It was a curse, as if the room itself didn't want him sleeping past noon. Ah well. Isaac yawned and slipped outta bed and onto the floor. It was going to be a slow day.
Isaac stumbled into the bathroom and took his morning leak while decided what he was going to do. He didn't have anything to do really. What person did on a saturday? He stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was the kind that always looked messy. Unless you put insane amounts of gel in it. No joke, he'd have to dunk his head in a tub of roofing sealant. But since he had niether the will or budget, he just let it do it's own thing. He brushed his teeth and noted how bad the toothpaste tasted. For something that left your breath minty and fresh, it tasted like a bellybutton. He spit it out and a loud thump came from the next dorm over. Isaac raised an eyebrow. That was odd. Another bump came, this time with a yell. Isaac rolled his eyes. Who could be doing such a thing this early in the morning? Unless his neighbor was with a girl, that made sense. Isaac chuckled at his own vulgar reference.
He washed his face and began dressing. The nineteen year old was very lazy when it came to dressing himself. He picked up a pair of black jeans off the floor and slipped them on. He pulled a fresh white t-shirt out of his dresser and slipped it on. He thought about going to get something to eat, but instead sat on his bed and turned on the T.V. still thinking about what he was going to do. The boy stood at 5' 9" and was physically fit, but not very muscular. If he got into a fight he would probably lose, but he could easily outrun his assailant anyway. He flipped through the channels as the bumping from next door continued. He stopped on spongebob and turned up the volume to drown out the thumping.
Isaac stumbled into the bathroom and took his morning leak while decided what he was going to do. He didn't have anything to do really. What person did on a saturday? He stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was the kind that always looked messy. Unless you put insane amounts of gel in it. No joke, he'd have to dunk his head in a tub of roofing sealant. But since he had niether the will or budget, he just let it do it's own thing. He brushed his teeth and noted how bad the toothpaste tasted. For something that left your breath minty and fresh, it tasted like a bellybutton. He spit it out and a loud thump came from the next dorm over. Isaac raised an eyebrow. That was odd. Another bump came, this time with a yell. Isaac rolled his eyes. Who could be doing such a thing this early in the morning? Unless his neighbor was with a girl, that made sense. Isaac chuckled at his own vulgar reference.
He washed his face and began dressing. The nineteen year old was very lazy when it came to dressing himself. He picked up a pair of black jeans off the floor and slipped them on. He pulled a fresh white t-shirt out of his dresser and slipped it on. He thought about going to get something to eat, but instead sat on his bed and turned on the T.V. still thinking about what he was going to do. The boy stood at 5' 9" and was physically fit, but not very muscular. If he got into a fight he would probably lose, but he could easily outrun his assailant anyway. He flipped through the channels as the bumping from next door continued. He stopped on spongebob and turned up the volume to drown out the thumping.