I leaned over the balcony and spat a luggy right on the back of his head.

It seemed like just another boring Monday in the Osprey Landing Dorm at UNF, but soon it turned into one crazy ass night.

It was my first semester as a transfer student to UNF and probably only three weeks into school. I was finding UNF boring and slow compared to my previous campus.

I soon got a call that my brother was coming to campus for something and he said he and his friend would stop by. I was immediately excited becuase my brother was 21, and this gave me a chance to stock up on some alchy.

The three of us ate, then went to the liquor store and bought some Rum, Coke, and Miller Light. As we were heading back to my room I was a little nerveous becuase my roomate was a complete and utter loser/dork. He spent his time playing World of War Craft. Now theres nothing wrong with WOW, but when you play it 24/7 and miss class to play, you've got a problem.

He was nasty, didn't take care of himself, and was an antisocial bum. I did not know how he was going to react when I broght in a stockade of booze. L

uckily he wasn't there when we unloaded the supply, but about 3 minutes later I heard the door open. I knew my brother and his friend were huge jerks and would probably harrassed this kid all night, and it only took them about 45 seconds to start in.

We left to get some ice and I composed myself to just ignore the badger-looking roommate. I walked in, popped open a beer, and let out my drinking howl.

My brother had something to do on campus, but me and his friend immediatley starting dropping the rum back while playing my favorite drinking game, rock-paper-scissors. It did not take long for me to get buzzed then minorly drunk, but a look at the clock showed that it was only 7 o'clock.

My brother showed back up and we drank some more. I thought that the best times were already done, but boy was I wrong. Soon another friend of mine, Josh, came in and when he saw we were drinking he wanted to join in.

The way he was talking he acted like he was an experienced drinker and could hang with the two irish stomachs of me and my borther, but once again was I wrong. He had about 2 cups of coke and rum and was visibly drunk. Now this is coming from me who after 8:30 was pretty messed up. We decided to step outside, I lived on the second floor of an motel style dorm, and I started sprinting around the balcony yelling a swearing slapping peoples hands that were standing outside, then moved up to the third floor where some other kids were drinking.

I chatted and then saw a hot blonde chick, I acted like a deushbag but then noticed my roomate, brother, and James were standing on the second floor. I proceeded to yell "Second floor guys suck" and threw my watter bottle at them. Then I asked the blonde hottie which one I should spit on: fatty- roomate, skinny- borther, or dorky- JAmes. She said something but I had already made up my mind- my roommate was getting a surprise.

I leaned over the balcony and spat a luggy right on the back of his head. IT as hialrious. The third floor kids laughed and then I spat on Josh's hand.

Soon I went back inside and sipped on a beer. Joshdecided he would eat a hot dog w/ my brother. Well the dog didn't sit well with him, and soon his 4 cups of rum and coke, which left him incredibly drunk (turns out it was his first time drinking), were not sitting well in his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom and puked his guts out for hours. We thought there was something wrong with him, I mean who pukes from that small amount, but it turns out he was self inducing vommitting because his baby stomach could not take it.

He stayed there through the night despite our yells of "pussy" and "man up" and remained there until 2 oclcok the nest day.

Its fair to say that Josh isn't drinking anymore, and it didn't seem to piss him off that my brother swiped every bit of cash out of his wallet while he was down.

Fun times at UNF I do say.