Amy K– She made the unfortunate and misguided decision of leaving marching band halfway through high school in order to "focus on her studies", but I let her off the hook for that because she's so friendly and well-meaning. AKA Daismy because she played Daisy Buchanan in our The Great Gatsby-based project in senior year English. She was an integral member of the power-group (the one rational member who keeps everybody sane, and generally on-topic and focused), which consisted also of myself, Evan, and Mike B.
Andy– Lives just across the 9f common from me. AKA Das FingaChoppa. He hosts 9th floor movie nights regularly and doesn't actually sleep, but can grow several facial hairs. He is sitting near me currently, sporting an Ambrose Burnside for a movie I recently made. He and I theorized the Clooneyan Principle: In a nutshell, George Clooney is always behind you. Smiling.
Angel– She lives nextdoor to Iris. I once helped her upload a photo of a chocolate that we agreed looked like a mini-bonsai. I'm told she has salesperson skills that could make Billy Mays' ghost prostrate itself in reverence, though she has only once tried to put me under her spell. Unfortunately for her, the item to be sold was muddy buddies, which I had already tried, and therefore, already liked. Which reminds me: Angel makes really good muddy buddies.
Anil– One of the nicest dudes you'll ever meet. That's probably the first thing that comes across about Anil. Unfortunately, I never knew him very well until 12th grade Music Theory class. We developed an unhealthy obsession with tritones and generally had a grand ol' time. AKA Nillypoo by his friends from the choral/acting department. Did I mention Anil is a top notch singer and actor? Well now you know.
Ariel– I have actually only met Ariel once, at a community service project at which our job was to write letters to soldiers. As the quote wall can only begin to suggest, her sense of humor is impeccable, and often guffaw-inducing. She plays flute in the Rageous Band, so perhaps I shall try to get to know her more over the coming semesters.
Dirk– This guy. The originator of the heyman hat, nuff said. "Hey, man!" became Evan's catch phrase when Dirk, wearing said hat, was challenged to impersonate Evan. At the time, "Hey man!" was not a catch phrase associated with him, but that's all Dirk could think of. That was after 11 hours of bus riding. He's usually sharper and wittier, when well-nourished and -slept, but either way, he's almost always cracking jokes. Licensed funnyguy.
Eli– The broingest of the bros, Eli is also, quite appropriately, my brother. Though we used to have a rivalry of TRULY epic proportions, we have now joined forces to create an unstoppable brotherhood of chillness. Our ongoing project is to convert an attic into a man cave worthy of that brotherhood. So far, we have amassed a respectable array of game systems and bass-blasting fury, but minifridge capacities are yet unfulfilled.
Eric– AKA E-rock. I dunno how it happened, but one moment he was living on the 5th floor, and the next moment he was living with Harrison and me. He only returned to his room occasionally to eat and sleep, and spent the rest of his time gaming or chilling as a 929 boyyy. Since then, Eric has generally migrated back to his room, where he presumably does battle with the phantom roommate, JetSet (Justin), who once slept for 18 of a day's 24 hours.
Evan– AKA Estrow. Evan is a mechanical-engineer-in-the-making, so I hope someday he'll design and build me something cool. He is also the owner of the original heyman hat, though it was made the Heyman Hat by Dirk. No matter what, Evan is always found holding a half gallon of Wawa Iced Tea, and I commend him for his devotion. I must also credit Evan for his mad jumpstyle dancing skills mixed with Russian dancing and hat tips. I could never...
Harrison– This gentleman is an animal in all the best ways. I do not believe there could have been someone more appropriate with whom to share a room. Sometimes he's my Belarusian brother and we lament on our lack of bread. Other times, we are 500-pound Westerners who sit around doing nothing but yelling at each other to go to the gym. Perhaps we are commenting on the hilarity and stupidity of the lack of political climate in the Republican debates. A roommate bromance if I ever saw one.
Heather– Heather hails from Colorado, so my New Mexican upbringing tells me one thing: she's really good at skiing and does it all the time. That notion is solidified by the fact that she drew mountains on my wall of art. Heather lives several floors away, but increasingly often graces the ninth floor common with her appearance.
Iris– AKA the Miraculous Mandarin, so named by Andy after he watched a similarly titled pantomime. Iris stole my phone once but I managed to chase her down. However, under her alternate identity, the Paper-Mache Mephisto, she secretly gives a berth to George Clooney in her room. Somewhere...
Jake– Jake is one of my artbros. He always greets me with a "hi", sometimes multiple times. Jake's forte is in art that mixes recognizable pop culture symbols with the magically intricate designs from within his mind. It's always quite inspirational and mesmerizing to look at. Jake always wears a black beanie, and he manages to make it look fly 60% of the time, all the time.
Jenny– One of the craziest characters I've yet met. I'm pretty sure her mind is generally jumping around in a bouncehouse. And it's one of the most lovable traits in humankind. Jenny lives with Lauren V, whose life must be brightened to no end by Jenny's 97%-of-the-time sunny attitude and bro-tier guitar playing.
Laura– My fellow ginger of 9f. Unfortunately, I can't even hope to match the redness of this bright shock. Laura ranks around a 90 or 95% on the ginger scale, massively outdoing my 65-70%. (Note: The ginger scale is, as yet, an unofficial measurement. Other note: GINGERS HAVE SOUL.) Laura would agree.
Lauren V– (Other Laurens are soon to be introduced.)– AKA Powerpants. I wave to her often. She lives only a couple of doors down, and she waves back everytime. It's real cute, we're like total bros and stuff, united by our abundant waving. We were once united in our quest against College Writing, but we have since vanquished that foe.
Luke– AKA Lucasaurus
Madison– AKA Madi
Mama– Along with Papa, responsible for 50% of my existence. She's a Spanish language-turned-social studies teacher in the same district in which I was schooled, but never officially taught me. I'll be honest, she unofficially assisted in my Spanish and social studies learning, but has since taken up the study of Japanese language and frequently laments that my Spanish abilities have surpassed hers. Success. Seriously, though, she can be one of the funniest people on Earth when she wants to and is not someone I'd ever trade away as a parent.
Max–
Meredith– AKA MerShell because she reminds me of Marcel the Shell due to the random nature of the things she sometimes says. She knows more random facts than anyone I know, and is adept at reciting facts on a specified topic when prompted. Now, though, it looks like she will be undergoing a nickname change because of her pronunciational fallacies. It seems the group generally supports "Wendy the Pooh".
Mike B– AKA Bags. I don't know how he let that nickname happen.
Papa– He's the daddyo. As in who's ya daddy? Well maybe not quite, but almost. This man is an architect by trade, and over the past few years, a runner by hobby. He was 50% responsible not only for my existence, but also about 50% for my introduction to Electronic Music. In fact, he's at least partially responsible for a very large percentage of my music interests, and for that, many thanks. Also, ya know, raising me, giving me shelter, fostering my development, always being there for me, thanks for that too I guess :)
Riker– More properly known as Commander William T Riker. This valiant leader is truly an inspiration to felinekind, as he almost made it to his 19 and 2/3 birthday. In other words, this cat had my family waiting on him hand and foot since before I was even conceived. Lucky guy. Lovable to the end, Riker was unfortunately not strong enough to stop automobiles. But his memory lives on, RIP.
Sarah– AKA Sherbert. Sherbz and I have a rivalry of epic proportions. Not actually epic. It's mostly a constant struggle for Sarah to avoid having her wristlet (I hate that word, so will henceforth not be using it.) confiscated by me. She's recently been becoming more astute and forcing me to use much trickier tactics. Also, the other day, Sarah and I bonded over the construction of a gingerbread house. It had a helipad, nuff said.
Sean– AKA Batman. He's my suitemate. One day Harrison and I were looking out our window onto a courtyard and imagined watching Batman run across it. We then realized that Batman's secret identity could be no other than Sean. He is a singer in one of our three a cappella groups, and also happens to be quite the bro-tier gentleman.
Vivian–
Max–
Meredith– AKA MerShell because she reminds me of Marcel the Shell due to the random nature of the things she sometimes says. She knows more random facts than anyone I know, and is adept at reciting facts on a specified topic when prompted. Now, though, it looks like she will be undergoing a nickname change because of her pronunciational fallacies. It seems the group generally supports "Wendy the Pooh".
Mike B– AKA Bags. I don't know how he let that nickname happen.
Papa– He's the daddyo. As in who's ya daddy? Well maybe not quite, but almost. This man is an architect by trade, and over the past few years, a runner by hobby. He was 50% responsible not only for my existence, but also about 50% for my introduction to Electronic Music. In fact, he's at least partially responsible for a very large percentage of my music interests, and for that, many thanks. Also, ya know, raising me, giving me shelter, fostering my development, always being there for me, thanks for that too I guess :)
Riker– More properly known as Commander William T Riker. This valiant leader is truly an inspiration to felinekind, as he almost made it to his 19 and 2/3 birthday. In other words, this cat had my family waiting on him hand and foot since before I was even conceived. Lucky guy. Lovable to the end, Riker was unfortunately not strong enough to stop automobiles. But his memory lives on, RIP.
Sarah– AKA Sherbert. Sherbz and I have a rivalry of epic proportions. Not actually epic. It's mostly a constant struggle for Sarah to avoid having her wristlet (I hate that word, so will henceforth not be using it.) confiscated by me. She's recently been becoming more astute and forcing me to use much trickier tactics. Also, the other day, Sarah and I bonded over the construction of a gingerbread house. It had a helipad, nuff said.
Sean– AKA Batman. He's my suitemate. One day Harrison and I were looking out our window onto a courtyard and imagined watching Batman run across it. We then realized that Batman's secret identity could be no other than Sean. He is a singer in one of our three a cappella groups, and also happens to be quite the bro-tier gentleman.
Vivian–
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