I want to make him proud to be standing by my side. I love you baby. 8/16/10
I officially have the worst roommate ever.
She sings ALL the time. No radio on, no iTunes, she just sings. All the time. On the rare occasion she’s not singing, she’s humming. And if she’s not doing either of those, she’s whistling.
She’s super immature. She was dancing and screaming and running all over the place when she saw it was snowing once. She freaks out about the stupidest things, good or bad.
She doesn’t get social cues for shit. I understand, she’s from India, but seriously, you’d think by the time you’re 18, you’d get the fact that someone in the same room as you is trying to sleep. She’ll be talking to me at night, and I’ll stop responding and roll over and try to sleep, and she’ll repeat, “Did you hear me?”, “What are you doing?”, or something like that until I say something back. Eventually she’ll shut up, but it usually takes at least an hour.
Finally, the worst part. She doesn’t understand that most people that you barely know have no interest in seeing you naked. She comes back from taking a shower and just drops her towel right in front of me. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to see her walking around our room naked, looking at herself in the mirror. It’s super weird.
I switched rooms from an annoyingly full-of-herself, rich, snobby sorority girl to this. I miss the “Chiiiii Omega, Chi Chi Omega!” chants already.
Can anyone top me?
I can’t wait to go home this weekend so I can finally weigh myself.
Just two days here and I’m already dying to know what the scale will tell me.