So that's all it took?

Well, Dave, Sam, myself, Adam, and Kat kidnapped the lounge tonight to watch Angel. All day I was worried there was going to be a big fuss--because Angel was going to conflict with "American Idol" which I was informed was the neoloungites favorite TV show. I was concerned someone would get pissed off and it would become ugly.

At 8:55 we walked down en masse, and announced that we were going to watch Angel, ok? Jarrod said no, that they were going to watch "American Idol." To which I replied, no, we haven't gotten to watch a single show all semester. Dave them promptly wrestled the remote from him, and sat down beside him. And like magic, suddenly the WB was on and the lounge was ours to enjoy.

Ok, so at first everyone just stared at us in disbelief, and I had nowhere to sit. But by the time I walked around to the other side of the lounge, they had cleared out. We convinced Tom and Jason to join us for awhile, and soon Brian showed up with some friends, and occasionally some of the newer lounge folk would sit for awhile, and actually enjoy the show. It was like a timewarp: once again, I could hang out in the lounge with friends, and be happy. We stayed for an episode of South Park, and then Sam, Dave, and myself went walking, and happened upon Adam again!

All in all, it turned out so well, although I'm a bit amazed how easy it was. And it was worth it. All I really wanted was to hang out in the lounge, my lounge too, and just get those kids used to being displaced once and awhile. I cannot emphasize enough that I don't care if they act weird--I don't hold that against them. But they are getting too insular for the lounge--to cliqueish for a public area meant to be shared.

Speaking of which: The lounge is indeed in a horrible mess. I've seen bad. This is horrible. Many many pairs of shoes, coffee pots, five million cups, chips, and prescription medication? PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION? Not to mention that almost every chair was covered by a blanket or article of clothing. No problem though, we just moved them out of the way--that's lounge policy. I had to fight the urge not to get out a garbage bag and just shove everything into one--or alternatively lining them up on the fireplace wall and saying "free to a good home" OR asking them "So when are you guys going to clean the lounge up?"

But I was having a good time, so I let it go.

Two last tidbits:
Physics quote of the day: "I don't think I own and tank tops that aren't slutty"--Allison S.

Not my business but it's still funny situation: Exactly what could be LESS well thought out than calling someone a retarded puppy on a leash, and then later walking around the lounge with a dog collar and chain leash on? Kudos to you.