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I had to wait in the hall for the longest time for the computer lab aid to leave so I could sneak in. I'm such a clever girl.
Not much luck finding a third roommate yet. Matt agreed to move into the room across from me, Steve's old room, and now we're trying to find somebody to take the master bedroom downstairs. I could pay the rest of the rent if I had to, but i got comfortable paying only $190 every month and it would break my little heart to have to shell out any more money on that place. At least now I'll be able to feel like I can come home at night without there being a million people across the hall or in my living room. Hopefully somebody will take our spacious, master bedroom, with it's own walk-in closet and private bathroom, with a beautiful view of the gigantic hill behind our house. It sounds tempting, doesn't it?? You really want to come live with me!
I'm being late for class...again. Bad Kelly. I just don't think I could stomach 2 1/2 fun-filled hours of Mr. Flowers' monotone lectures without throwing up all over my desk. Somebody save me! I'll just run into the room and babble some excuse of road construction or burning buildings or the sky raining small, furry creatures from Siberia. Or maybe I've had enough stalling for now. I'm such a baby.
Not much luck finding a third roommate yet. Matt agreed to move into the room across from me, Steve's old room, and now we're trying to find somebody to take the master bedroom downstairs. I could pay the rest of the rent if I had to, but i got comfortable paying only $190 every month and it would break my little heart to have to shell out any more money on that place. At least now I'll be able to feel like I can come home at night without there being a million people across the hall or in my living room. Hopefully somebody will take our spacious, master bedroom, with it's own walk-in closet and private bathroom, with a beautiful view of the gigantic hill behind our house. It sounds tempting, doesn't it?? You really want to come live with me!
I'm being late for class...again. Bad Kelly. I just don't think I could stomach 2 1/2 fun-filled hours of Mr. Flowers' monotone lectures without throwing up all over my desk. Somebody save me! I'll just run into the room and babble some excuse of road construction or burning buildings or the sky raining small, furry creatures from Siberia. Or maybe I've had enough stalling for now. I'm such a baby.