Sometimes I don't wear socks with my shoes, so my feet smell

Yes, it's true, my feet are currently exuding a pretty mild odor, but that is irrelevant. The point of this post is for me to tell you about my current roommate, Quentin West. Quentin is from the Washington DC area, and is 20 years of age. He is of African American decent, and he is fluent in Chinese. Chinese is what brought him to the University of Oregon in the first place. Apparently we have a very good Chinese program here. Quentin lived in Beijing, China last year, and attended a university there. He would have stayed there, but he accidentally over stayed his visa by four days. This resulted in him being suspected to be a terrorist, so he got thrown in prison for about a month. He finally was released and deported back to the US. I suppose he wasn't welcome in China anymore, so here he is in Oregon, learning Chinese. Now that we've covered a bit of background information of him, let's get into what it's like living with him. I have only been living with Quentin for about 8 weeks now. Toward the beginning, he kept pretty quiet and busy, and was fairly easy to live with. As time progressed, I began to realize the daily rebellious activities he takes part in. Most every day, he smokes cannabis products, and he very frequently drinks. And lets just say that he's not drinking water. So there you have it, getting high and drunk are his most common activities. About 2-3 weeks ago, he completely stopped going to class. I'm pretty sure during week 6 or 7, he didn't go to one second of class time. What does he do with his time if he's not going to class? Well, he spends majority of his time attempting to play guitar. Let's just say that he should consider a new instrument or hobby, as him and the guitar were simply not made for each other. If you don't believe me, you can see him here:

http://www.hi5.com/friend/video/7578192--103942000--Elderly%2BWoman%2BBehind%2Ba%2BCounter--view-html

I highly recommend watching it and feel free to laugh at him during the little break he has when he takes those couple of intense blinks and tries to figure out what he's doing. By the looks of him, I'm going to guess he was high when he posted this video.

Yeah, that is what I will most typically have to listen to throughout the day. But that guitar playing doesn't compare to what I'm about to reveal. This is by far the worst thing that I have to deal with. Quentin will often go out with some guys on our floor, who share the same interest of always getting high and drunk, just because they have nothing else to do with their sorry lives. One night about a month ago, I noticed that he fell asleep in his chair. That's right, he was so drunk, that he passed out sitting in the upright position, as he was sitting at his computer. I thought this was hysterical, so I of course took a picture of him passed out, sitting up (you can see this picture at the bottom right hand corner of my blog page). However, this funny situation soon took a plunge into disaster. He eventually was woken up. Not by me, or some other noise, but because he threw up all over his desk, on himself, on the floor, and a little bit on his computer. It was possibly the most disgusting thing I have witnessed happen in my room. That was just a one time thing though, right? Wrong. That's what I thought as well. But sure enough, Quentin decided to drink again last night (by himself, might I add) and the same thing happened. He first feel asleep in his chair. I didn't think anything of it, and I just left him there. It was getting late, and it was a school night, so I just turned off the lights and went to bed. After all, he's not my responsibility, so I just left him passed out at him computer. Well, sure enough after I was asleep for about an hour, I was woken up by the sound of him throwing up all over himself, his desk, the floor, and his laptop. Again! Expect for this time, he was so out of it, that even after throwing up, he didn't even wake up and realize what he had done. He just lied his head down in his own vomit. So I got up, nudged him and had him clean up his vomit and get it bed.

So what have I learned from this? If Quentin ever falls asleep sitting up at his computer, always have him get up, drink a bottle of water, and get in bed. As for excitement goes, that's probably the most exciting thing that happens on my weekends.