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I called Alan again. His mother has decided that she's too good for my dorm to stay in, and that all college students are vandals and that if they leave Alan's stuff in the parking lot then it will be stolen or messed with. I tried to tell Alan that Radford is full of pot heads and drunks, who are too busy passing out to worry with the scenery around them. But either way, it was a relief that she would not be staying in this room. She'll be at a hotel. I asked Alan if he intended to stay the night here, and he said yes. Then he added, "But don't think you're going to get any tonight." Then, I decided to tell him the ammo I had against sexual advances from him - I have not shaved. Really, this isn't a big deal to me, as I usually don't... I've never liked to, but it's only been emphasized by the fact that ever since I've come to college, I get painful ingrown hairs all over where I shave. It's just been so easy for me not to. And when I told Alan this, he got completely disgusted... Then said he would stay with his mother if I did not spend the next hour shaving. He said it in a playful manner, but was very serious. It's just going to have to be something he gets used to in the future, because I can't stand to do it all the time... Right now I have Nair all over my legs, waiting for the 15-20 minutes to be over. Just when I was starting on my second leg, I heard my suitemate start the shower up. Hmm. Can't wash off in there, I guess... I've already made arrangements to go up to Michelle's room when the time comes (hopefully a towel will cover up the Nair enough so that it's not noticeable) and then wash off in her bathroom.
:ehh: I'm going to get ass tonight for this. Oh yes, yes I am.