The Mysterious Force

Let's talk about this morning, shall we, Sherwin?


So it's 7:20 AM, and I look through the window to a cloudy morning. Looking forward to a nice shower. I know I've got a big day ahead, and for a lot of reasons it's important that I smell decent. So I hop in the shower, wash my hair, make absolutely sure there is no stank about me. I hop out, dry off, brush my teeth, shave, and really make sure everything's ship-shape. Toss on some deodorant, throw on some of my best cologne, and walk out of the bathroom.

hold up.

something smelled nasty. like, really rank. I kept trying to walk away from it but it kept following me and I'm like what the H is going on? So I'm walking around gathering what I need for the day. Things like my backpack, jacket, things like that. all the while I can't figure out what smells so disgusting. Sherwin was pretty much ready to roll, just waiting for me to get my crap together so we could drive over to the metro. I decided not to eat anything before we left since we were already late; we walked to the car and started driving.

but the stench was still following me.

The whole ride to the metro I would only get casual whiffs of it...nothing really in my face, so I figured that whatever it was couldn't have been coming from the front side of me. I figured maybe I had stepped in something, but it didn't smell like dog poop or anything like that; what it smelled like was unshowered gross human feet. My shoes were on and tied tight and while I'm not the most hygienic person, I would say that my feet probably smelled great. So I pretty much ruled out my feet. Sherwin's feet seemed alright, I mean he had shoes on. So I kinda looked around the car a little bit but then remembered how I smelled it at Shiloh, not just in the car.

basically, I was baffled. And I was kinda freaked out, because I mean I needed to not smell gross today, and this was like an unknown biological terrorist strike to my person. Freaky.

So we parked at the metro parking deck and walked down to the station. All the while I'm trying to figure the freaking crap out. we went through the turnstile or whatever they call those metro things and grab a window and an aisle seat on the metro. we both put our bags on our laps. I notice that I'm carrying a backpack and sherwin is carrying his work bag.

immediately the stench returned. What follows is the conversation that occurred directly after we sat down:

Nathan: Sherwin, what is that smell?!
Sherwin: What smell?
Nathan: what do you mean what smell?! the smell that has been following us since Shiloh!!
Sherwin: I don't smell anything.
Nathan: no way dude, I'm going crazy. something is definitely after us. I am going to figure this out.

...

Nathan: ...sherwin what's in your bag?
Sherwin: oh you mean pandora?
Nathan: pandora? your bag's name is PANDORA?
Sherwin: dude you don't want to open that.
Nathan: YES, I DO WANT TO EFFING OPEN IT.
Sherwin: ooookayyyy...*opens the bag*
Nathan: SHERWIN, WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN THERE??
Sherwin: oh, just my workout clothes. *looks around in the bag, finds a couple of shirts and running shoes*
Nathan: your running shoes are in there?!?! holy CRAP that is FOUL dude!! close that bag!
Sherwin: I told you...
Nathan: wait a second. open the bag again... ...SHERWIN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.
Sherwin: what?
Nathan: is that the NIKON CAMERA I LET YOU BORROW THAT'S NOT EVEN MINE??
Sherwin: I wrapped it in a clean t-shirt!
Nathan: SHERWIN!! YOU CAN'T PUT A CAMERA LIKE THAT IN A BAG WITH THAT MUCH STENCH!!! IT'S NOT EVEN MINE!!
Sherwin: I mean...
Nathan: why am I even letting you borrow it??
Sherwin: ...it's fine.
Nathan: gross, Sherwin. freaking get a new bag. that is so foul, I want to throw up. you're never taking that camera in that bag again. I will be in so much trouble if that camera smells like your shoes.


Just another day on the road to DC.

Shiloh is Quiet Sometimes Apparently

*shhhh....

*whispering:

it's really quiet here. sherwin's out at small group and Jon's downstairs reading something. probably CS Lewis or JRR Tolkien or something else English. I've been trying to mix some beats and clean my room a little...

Me, Ross, Vinny, and John Martin have all been listening to The Pains of Being Pure at Heart recently and basically going crazy over how awesome this band is. So of course I'm like JON JON YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS BAND THEY SOUND LIKE AN ENGLISH TYPE BAND AND YOU GUYS ARE INTO THIS STUFF RIGHT, and so I showed it to Jon and he says, "the drummer sucks." that's all you can say Jon? This band rules!!

Which leads us to Today's Lesson: "Don't hate; participate."

In other news, Vinny bought Subway yesterday which exploded in his car which made his car smell like Subway, which I find hilarious. Also, Sherwin's room still smells like ferrets.

k thx cya

Nathan Sucks at Life

For all of you out there who think they suck at life, for those of you that think you are really mean to people, you are wrong. I am a sucky crappy person and a big douche. Andrew Gibbons has experienced my "accidental douchiness," where I don't mean to come across as douchy but I totally am. sorry about that andrew. but seriously. I got that note you see above today because I was being totally rude. and on top of it I gotta deal with this all the time:

and this:
my room + my life is in total disarray.

Shiloh works

Hello everyone. This is Sher checking in. Shiloh works during the day. This is an example of what we do at work.

Vinny: go

sherwin i want to be on you

!

me: no you dont thats a lie

i am covered in needles anyway

me: i wonder if i could watch one movie everyday

Nathan: yeah

do it

me: but its hard enough getting up at 730

man that sucks

i slept past my cell alarm for 20 min

Nathan: yeah

same

almost 40 for me

Sent at 2:14 PM on Tuesday

Greta: i've been listening to a lot of rap lately

Oh You Think you Have a Blog? Well Have You Heard of The Shiloh Rant?

I just ate two cadbury's creme eggs and this hot pocket, along with this hot pocket's companion hot pocket------>

That doesn't matter. What matters is that I am full, which leads us to our Cast of Characters!

THE ROOMATES:

Jon Crocker aka Jonoline aka Roomate #1: liason to the Landlord, dater of Mrs. Jones, leaver out of food all night #1, ridiculously english, makes fun of you if you don't eat goat cheese and pear wrapped w/prociutto, resident of the Shiloh basement, holder of the precious keys to The Millennium Falcon, listener of classical music at random times, hates it when Nathan uses the word "literally" literally all the time

Sherwin Valerio aka Asian aka Roomate #2: curiously asian, maker of poor edible/culinary decisions, lives in the room that smells like a ferret for some reason, winner of food contests involving extremely spicy/and or mass amounts of food, uncoordinated, leaver out of food at night #2, finds cleaning the house therapeudic, has literally seen every movie ever.

Nathan Mitchell aka MC Mission Control aka Roomate #3: consumer of mass quantities of cereal and virtually nothing else, listens to terrible music loud all the time, doesn't take showers often enough, shaves his beard at inconvenient times, dater of incongruously hot girls, leaver out of cereal during the day because he's late for work again, flawless gaydar

FRIENDS WHO MAY MAKE APPEARANCES FROM TIME TO TIME:

Ross aka Sketchy aka DJ Ark-Tak: Nathan and Ross met over an intense gametime decision to not see Beloved in Maryland their first night of freshmen year of college

Daniel Harlan aka Miracle Worker: this man rules at life, if you find him and capture him you may be able to convince him to teach you how to build a fire using nothing but tracing paper and a pilot precise v5 pen

Vinny aka DJ Leather Interior: A very talented richmondian graphic designer, who was tragically born without a personality

Caroline aka Way Cooler than Jon aka Mrs. Jones: teacher of the children, dates Jon, possesser of red hair, did we mention that Jon sucks compared to Caroline?

Monica + Katie aka The Terrible Two: somehow they find their way into our house even when all the doors are locked, and then they won't leave. help!

There you have it. Enjoy the blog, and read it every day or I will hunt you. You don't want to know the story behind this: