So... This is what happens when Leah and I listen to pop music in our mod...

Sam: Can I come in?
Me: Sure. So long as you acknowledge that I never want to hear you say that I... want it that way.
Sam: What? There were a lot of pronouns in that sentence.
Me: Yeah, we've been trying to figure out exactly who wants what which way, but no luck.
Leah: This is why I never listen to the lyrics. Just sing along.
Sam: Is this a Burger King commercial?
Me: No, that's I want it my way. Or possibly, we do it your way.
Phil: No, I believe that's have it your way. I know my commercials.. Why are you two listening to the Backstreet Boys?

Sam (overhearing our conversation): Wait, who's having sex?
Leah: Boys.
Sam: With?
Leah: Other boys.
Sam: You and your boys. (sigh) What is it with boys?
Leah: Yeah, Sam. Explain boys to us. What is it with boys and sex?
Sam: ...
Leah: Tell us of this thing you boys call sex.
Sam: Well, there's this hormone called testosterone...
Leah: That's good enough.
Sam: It really fucks with your mind.
Leah: I'm glad I don't have much of it.
Sam: If you had more, you could grow a beard!
Leah: Which would make my face look less round, we already decided.

...I love my mod.

Have you ever had a serious moment of "what the fuck just happened?"? Because I just did.

Did you know that inside my mod lurks a raging disco?

im home from new york and i went out with my suite and im maybe a liiiiiiiiittle bit drunk. heeheeheeheehee!

see i can still type okay and catch typos mostly but i dont seem to care about caps or punctuation. which for me is like using hardcore netspeak or something.

heeheeheehee margaritas are yummy!!!

I'm sure Rachel would like me to tell you the answer is, shoot the hostage.

When snowed in for the night, what does Mod 10 (plus Dan) do?
A) Order pizza and watch movies?
B) Dye someone's hair
C) Play dress-up using Leah and Phil as Barbie and... Blaine?
D) Drink
E) All of the above.

I love my mod.