So, I live across the hall from these two guys.
Not just any two guys, mind you. These two, and their assorted friends, are some of the most incredible douchebags I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I love them to death for it.
The two guys have the same first name, which leads to incredible confusion when I'm telling stories about them to other people, so I'm not going to carry that bit over into their blog-verse nicknames. One of them, whom I will call Keystone because that is pretty much all he drinks, introduced himself one day by showing up to my room and saying that he noticed that I listed Tucker Max's I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell on my list of favorite books on facebook.
I didn't take the fact that he had been stalking my facebook as a warning signal, and ended up spending time hanging out in his room, drinking free beer and eating his poptarts, while he blasted rap music at an uncomfortable volume. This was either a very bad decision, as now I spend time with someone who constantly makes me shake my head disapprovingly, or a very good decision, as I get free alcohol and some pretty ridiculous conversations.
The other guy is significantly less of a douchebag-- I still haven't figured out why the hell he hangs out with the rest of them. He's the one who consistently looks and acts the most sober, so he ends up apologizing to the rest of the human race whenever something stupid is done. Whenever I'm around, he'll catch my eye and give this little "I know, I know, they're retards" grin, which I at some point interpreted as "I want your body, you sexy, sexy woman," which led to me sleeping with him, not that I'm complaining.
I've been neglecting posting about these guys, but the other day something happened that I need to share with the world. I'm used to loud, obnoxious rap music blasting from across the hall, so much so that I hardly notice it anymore. This night, however, something caught my attention. It was a much brighter sound, and... there was a melody? I knew I'd heard it before, but I couldn't place it.
Then the chorus started.
It was this.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. They were listening to Miley Cyrus's song. The girl is barely fifteen, and the target audience for her music is the same as that of High School Musical. My roommate, on the swim team, has told me that this is the team's pump-up song in the locker room.
And yet, I walked in on two guys, ages 19 and 21, rocking out to Miley Cyrus.
Sometimes, life is really fucking weird.