The Living End
My Bed: I cannot seem to get
used to this damn captain's bed. It's really uncomfortable, even with a
goose down cover to rest my weary head upon. I am beginning to
think sleeping on the floor would be better.
Over the weekend: Someone threw up in the stairwell and in the hall by my door. Ah, I love the smell of vomit in the morning.
Roommate talking to her boyfriend: (This was about some reality TV show fix your life thing) "Oh, it's a show where people have problems, but not like real problems. Like, this girl, she and her dad don't talk anymore, so she is trying to like start over with him and her family or something. The other lady gave up her kid a long time ago and is meeting the woman who like adopted him. I don't know why they cry. You know, it might be pretty cool to have a job in a house on TV."
Today:
Roommate talking to me: "Do you know where the East Coast is? 'Cuz, I have to decide where I want to live in the States, and I have never been there, but like I think I would rather live on the West Coast. I have to talk to this lady tomorrow, but I already don't like her, 'cuz she doesn't have an accent like your mom. What do they sound like on the West Coast, anyways? There's no winter, right? Maybe I could live on the East Coast if like they lived in Manhattan and I didn't have to drive or they had really cool accents."
My advice: I told her to keep her geography book in front of her, so she could quickly reference where the potential family lived. If they mentioned a specific city and she didn't know the location, I told her to write it down, so she could consult me later.
The East Coast:
Honestly, my living situation, minus the drunk puke, isn't nearly as bad as one or two others I have had. My roommate is for the most part respectful of my need to work. We hang out on occassion. I like her boyfriend, and she has always been very cool about communicating with me about how long he plans to stay with us. Also, he cleans up after himself, which is awesome-cool with me!
She just says some of the funniest things, and I am constantly shaking my head at her. This has been a pretty positive experience, but I am ready to get the Hell off campus, now that I know my way about town.
The countdown begins...soon the apartment search begins, too! I guess. Scary!
Over the weekend: Someone threw up in the stairwell and in the hall by my door. Ah, I love the smell of vomit in the morning.
Roommate talking to her boyfriend: (This was about some reality TV show fix your life thing) "Oh, it's a show where people have problems, but not like real problems. Like, this girl, she and her dad don't talk anymore, so she is trying to like start over with him and her family or something. The other lady gave up her kid a long time ago and is meeting the woman who like adopted him. I don't know why they cry. You know, it might be pretty cool to have a job in a house on TV."
Today:
Roommate talking to me: "Do you know where the East Coast is? 'Cuz, I have to decide where I want to live in the States, and I have never been there, but like I think I would rather live on the West Coast. I have to talk to this lady tomorrow, but I already don't like her, 'cuz she doesn't have an accent like your mom. What do they sound like on the West Coast, anyways? There's no winter, right? Maybe I could live on the East Coast if like they lived in Manhattan and I didn't have to drive or they had really cool accents."
My advice: I told her to keep her geography book in front of her, so she could quickly reference where the potential family lived. If they mentioned a specific city and she didn't know the location, I told her to write it down, so she could consult me later.
The East Coast:
Honestly, my living situation, minus the drunk puke, isn't nearly as bad as one or two others I have had. My roommate is for the most part respectful of my need to work. We hang out on occassion. I like her boyfriend, and she has always been very cool about communicating with me about how long he plans to stay with us. Also, he cleans up after himself, which is awesome-cool with me!
She just says some of the funniest things, and I am constantly shaking my head at her. This has been a pretty positive experience, but I am ready to get the Hell off campus, now that I know my way about town.
The countdown begins...soon the apartment search begins, too! I guess. Scary!