My new suite mate...
Will she ever shut up!!! Seriously, this girl talks to me (well all of us, but I suffer more 'cause I share a wall with her) when I'm studying, eating, showering, peeing, talking to my parents on the phone, putting on make-up, attempting to sleep, and even taking a crap. In the past week that I have resided within a few feet of her she has opened the shower curten when I was buck naked, wouldn't leave my room when I was changing, went through my underwear drawer while I was out running only to tell me which of my undies she thinks are sexy and which are "like those my granny likes". She is abnoxious, condecending, and loud. She talks so much I don't know if she ever has time to take breaths and in her stubborness she believes that she knows everything and is supperior to all of us who's GPA's aren't 3.95.
More annoyingly, she's an extreamly dull individual who derives all her topics of conversation either from some book she's read, a class she's taken, or she jabbers on about Med School to the point that I want to throw her out of the window, except for I know that she will survive because we are only on the second floor. Her career driven little soul has no interests outside of getting into Med School, but this does not mean she will not interupt the conversation going on to let us know some gross medical procedure she just read about or how much money she will make as a sergeon.
Oh and get this, she sais that she's never dated because "no guy is good enough" for her. Granted I realise that the selection of males out there is not very good these days and completely respect all those who choose not to date because school is a priority or for some other reason...but "good enough"!!! Who does she think she is? Princess Diana? Plus she loves telling the rest of us how we're gonna be simpering house-wives while she will be a successfull career woman every time we even tough the topic of boys, dating, partying, and going out in general...sigh...
I have developed a nervous twitch that starts when I hear her voice. This morning I woke up twiching because she was on the phone with her dad and I could hear her through the wall. The other day a bunch of us went out to Legal Sea Food for some amazing crab and shrimp. Just as we were getting ready, Peter calls me with the following phrase "Is SHE coming?"...haha. What scares me is that this is only the beginning of our second week here...I sincerely hope I don't murder her by the time we leave, though she is definately doing her part to deter me from EVER going to Med School.
More annoyingly, she's an extreamly dull individual who derives all her topics of conversation either from some book she's read, a class she's taken, or she jabbers on about Med School to the point that I want to throw her out of the window, except for I know that she will survive because we are only on the second floor. Her career driven little soul has no interests outside of getting into Med School, but this does not mean she will not interupt the conversation going on to let us know some gross medical procedure she just read about or how much money she will make as a sergeon.
Oh and get this, she sais that she's never dated because "no guy is good enough" for her. Granted I realise that the selection of males out there is not very good these days and completely respect all those who choose not to date because school is a priority or for some other reason...but "good enough"!!! Who does she think she is? Princess Diana? Plus she loves telling the rest of us how we're gonna be simpering house-wives while she will be a successfull career woman every time we even tough the topic of boys, dating, partying, and going out in general...sigh...
I have developed a nervous twitch that starts when I hear her voice. This morning I woke up twiching because she was on the phone with her dad and I could hear her through the wall. The other day a bunch of us went out to Legal Sea Food for some amazing crab and shrimp. Just as we were getting ready, Peter calls me with the following phrase "Is SHE coming?"...haha. What scares me is that this is only the beginning of our second week here...I sincerely hope I don't murder her by the time we leave, though she is definately doing her part to deter me from EVER going to Med School.