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I love my roommate I really do. We've gotten along great so far but in the last week or so the effects of living together all the time have started to set it as I could have only expected it would. She touches all my stuff. ALL my stuff. If my phone is on the counter, to her its fair game to open it and go through my texts, pictures, and anything else she wants. She always has her door open and so do I, which is fine, except when she is talking to her friend on extremely loud speaker phone and even with my door shut I can't focus. She comes in my room while I'm trying to watch Glee and won't stop talking to me. But there's no talking ever when it's a show she wants to watch. She claims she's not a real "jewish american princess" but she is is is is is one. I made a quesadilla in the microwave and she nearly passed out from awe. This morning I was making oatmeal and she goes "What's that?" I replied "Oatmeal..." she then asked me how you make it and asked "Isn't that what old ladies eat?" THEN she goes "Do I look like someone who eats oatmeal?" As if she was asking me if she looked like someone that likes to climb trees and ride mountain bikes. For dinner she posed the question, "Allison, do you know what a bake potato is?" Needless to say she either is an airhead, or thinks its cute to act like one. She's not stupid, she got into BU, NYU, and is currently still wait listed at UVA. Why she's here, I have no idea. Even I'm too smart to be here.
Um yeah. Sorry if you read this but I needed to get it out so it would all stop bugging me.
Um yeah. Sorry if you read this but I needed to get it out so it would all stop bugging me.