Girls and Gadgets

This month, my floor has taken a nose-dive into the James Bond series, dubbing it "The Manly Month of March Bond-a-thon." Every weeknight at 9pm we've been throwing in Bond movies, one after the other. Today's movie was Tomorrow Never Dies, with Casino Royale finishing us up this week. Ah, James Bond - the king of men. He's got everything. The looks, the personality, the wit, the gadgets, and the ladies. Not to mention the STD's...
I wouldn't mind having a sledge-hammer proof car that tasers anyone who comes within a foot.....
Alright nevermind... forget James Bond. My roommate Sean and the guy across the hall from us, Nick, just got in a water fight. Hehe. In the middle of me writing this, I helped Sean unlock our bathroom door while Nick was borrowing our shower. We dumped cold water on him. He dried off, shook his butt at me and then opened our door only to be greeted by Sean (again) with another bowl of cold water! He got me a little wet in the process, but nothing beats getting someone soaked after they've just finished drying off.
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Hehe, now they're towel whipping each other! Running back and forth through the hallway, cutting through our suitemate's room connected to our bathroom chasing each other. Bear in mind, it's a quarter 'till one in the morning. Hehe. Uh oh, the doors are slamming again. My roommate needs backup. He's calling my name in between shouts of, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I have to go. I love dorm life.

***Update***
Chris hides in Nick's room behind the door. Nick has been seeking refuge in the R.A.'s room for the past five minutes. Warily, Nick returns back to his locked room.
The door opens slowly. Nick peeks around the corner...
*SNAP!*
"Ow! Ow!" Nick backs away in pain from the unexpected towel-whip to the face. Breathing heavily, he exhales, "Haha, great. Where's Sean?"
*POUNCE!*
...you get the idea.