It's 2 p.m. and the street is filled with drunken idiots.

[jaala]

A continuous roar of motors and voices outside has been present since last night. The yelling in my house started around 8 or 9 in the morning. Blasting music (in this house) started at 11:00. Around 1:00, it became so loud (through the door of my room) that I had to wear earplugs. Now that most of my housemates and their friends have left for the football game, the noise level has settled down to muffled cries of, "Woo!", punctuated by the occasional explosion of broken glass and the banging of people kicking around a microwave the neighbours left out for pick-up a couple weeks ago.

I want to get some work done but I'm worried that if I go to the library the guys on our front porch who sometimes come in to use the washroom will destroy something. My bicycle is already locked in the backyard and, now that my nice scarf has already been trampled, I will shortly be removing all of my outerwear from the hooks by the door.

Can't you tell I just love homecoming weekend?