bedroom dosier :: hostel nights

one of the joys[?] of hostel life is sharing your bedroom.

across from me is the violently resting irishman. he flips over at full speed right into the wall once or twice a slumber. SLAM! i often imagine him wearing full chain mail to #1# slow him down and #2# protect him from the metal guard rail [thank god it's there... or just think of the noise a 200 pound potatoe grower flying full speed into the ground could make]

the krinkler enters every morn at 7am with a paper bag. he tears it open like a kid on christmas and after eating whatever it is he eats bite by bite, he crumbles the bag in a ball, drops it by his bed and then quietly giggles under the covers -- a faint glow from his computer illuminating his flakey, croissant covered fingers.

my favorite is the english ninja who comes and goes without a sound. he has somehow even hypnotized the lock under the charm of his hugh grant impersonating accent.