The other night while me and the 2 roomies are peacefully studying in our dorm, which is now prison-like since the 4 roommate left with his posters and stuff, and I hear some glass break. It sounds like someone is trashing that little gym that I mentioned in my "Punching bag" story. The anger was very apparent after a few very audible smashes.

Nope, apparently someone came into our community bathroom and smashed one of the mirrors and all of us heard it happen but apparently no one saw the bad guy.

Who is seriously so angry that when they glimpse their image in the mirror that they are just like "f** this face!!!" WHAM BAM SHATTER SHATTER…

Maybe the person was trying to banish some kind of ghost that lives in mirrors, like that one episode from ghostbusters that I remember from 10 years ago…

or maybe the mirror just broke itself because it was tired of staring at wild-eyed drunk/caffeinated college dudes, maybe someone will rebuild it in the girls dorm and it will be happier.

Maybe some idiot just came in and broke it as a prank…or was so messed up that he thought he was staring at the guy who stole his girlfriend so punched the face right in front of him…then realizing that this guy had a very cold and hard and flat (and toothpaste-stained) stare.

Well I guess I don't mind that I didn't rush out of my room earlier and whack this idiot with my cheap but durable little nylon string guitar because I just remembered that breaking mirrors is seven years bad luck. Heh, too bad