Roommates
My friend Rachel and i have been looking for a house for next year for the last couple of weeks, and it's been a lot more difficult than i would have imagined. Looking at listings in newspapers is uninspiring because of the lack of pictures or even bare-bones description (couldn't they at least tell us how many bedrooms?), driving around is fun but ultimately pretty useless because almost nothing has a "for rent in august" sign up yet and we never end up calling the numbers we write down anyway, and we don't know anyone who has a great house that they're putting up for grabs next year.
To add to our problem of even finding a prospective living arrangement, everyone we've thought of to ask to live with us has plans. Sara is living in her sorority most likely, and if not, she'll be an RA. And most of the other people we've asked have study abroad plans for next year - and all in the fall, so that one person could live one semester and one the other. It's been a mess.
However, we've strangely happened upon a third roommate: Carol, my crazy Greek friend.
Carol and i took italian together last year and were brought together by our propensity for drama. We were paired for an oral presentation towards the beginning of the semester, but instead of working, we started a competition of one-uping each other with stories of messy relationships. I told Carol about the Rhombus, she told me about her multiple Arab boyfriends, all of which she was managing to hide from each other as well as her boyfriend in Greece.
I couldn't beat that.
Carol's stories were entertaining, and i began to realize that Carol spent so much time chasing after guys that she didn't have any female friends at school, so even though i often got tired of her garrulity and incredibly dominant personality, i stuck with her. I drove her around to run her errands, we'd go to parties with the internationals so that i could back Carol up when the Russian girls would snub her or the Arab guys would gossip about her.
Before i had even seen her this semester, she had already burned through another group of people, a group of French exchange students here for 2 months and living in her dorm. She had started seeing one of them, and about a week later she was obsessed and he wasn't interested anymore, since he didn't want a 2 month relationship. Carol's solution to this was to start working out, so that she could be beautiful enough to win him back.
A. Carol has done professional modeling.
B. I'm not sure what working out will do for her, considering he'll leave before it really has any effect
C. This guy isn't worth it.
But anyway, so we started working out together Sunday. Monday i mentioned to Rachel that i was going to the gym, and surprisingly she got really excited and wanted to come with us. So Rachel came, and Carol fill her in on her entire life's story over the course of working out and me going to the ER for the millionth time (yet another mystery respiratory attack, no worries), and by the end of the night, she had invited Rachel to dinner Friday for her birthday, and Rachel wanted to ask her to live with us. "She's crazy, but i really like her," said Rachel.
So it's settled. As of tonight (after more gym torture - but without the ER visit) boy crazy, financially irresponsible (she spent about as much in cell phone bills as most people pay in-state tuition), socially somewhat inept Carol is going to live with us. Should be interesting, to say the least.
To add to our problem of even finding a prospective living arrangement, everyone we've thought of to ask to live with us has plans. Sara is living in her sorority most likely, and if not, she'll be an RA. And most of the other people we've asked have study abroad plans for next year - and all in the fall, so that one person could live one semester and one the other. It's been a mess.
However, we've strangely happened upon a third roommate: Carol, my crazy Greek friend.
Carol and i took italian together last year and were brought together by our propensity for drama. We were paired for an oral presentation towards the beginning of the semester, but instead of working, we started a competition of one-uping each other with stories of messy relationships. I told Carol about the Rhombus, she told me about her multiple Arab boyfriends, all of which she was managing to hide from each other as well as her boyfriend in Greece.
I couldn't beat that.
Carol's stories were entertaining, and i began to realize that Carol spent so much time chasing after guys that she didn't have any female friends at school, so even though i often got tired of her garrulity and incredibly dominant personality, i stuck with her. I drove her around to run her errands, we'd go to parties with the internationals so that i could back Carol up when the Russian girls would snub her or the Arab guys would gossip about her.
Before i had even seen her this semester, she had already burned through another group of people, a group of French exchange students here for 2 months and living in her dorm. She had started seeing one of them, and about a week later she was obsessed and he wasn't interested anymore, since he didn't want a 2 month relationship. Carol's solution to this was to start working out, so that she could be beautiful enough to win him back.
A. Carol has done professional modeling.
B. I'm not sure what working out will do for her, considering he'll leave before it really has any effect
C. This guy isn't worth it.
But anyway, so we started working out together Sunday. Monday i mentioned to Rachel that i was going to the gym, and surprisingly she got really excited and wanted to come with us. So Rachel came, and Carol fill her in on her entire life's story over the course of working out and me going to the ER for the millionth time (yet another mystery respiratory attack, no worries), and by the end of the night, she had invited Rachel to dinner Friday for her birthday, and Rachel wanted to ask her to live with us. "She's crazy, but i really like her," said Rachel.
So it's settled. As of tonight (after more gym torture - but without the ER visit) boy crazy, financially irresponsible (she spent about as much in cell phone bills as most people pay in-state tuition), socially somewhat inept Carol is going to live with us. Should be interesting, to say the least.