You know that moment at 3 am when you’ve had a bad day and you just want to go to sleep but then your roommate brings a guy back to the room?
but guess what? nothings happening. nothing. at all. just talking
but guess what again…..its really loud and now I just get to stay up all night. Thank god im so far behind on tv shows. yay for being lazy at something.
Moving back to the states was hard enough, but moving into college has been a really hard transition. I went from having too much personal space to having less than the prisoners at Guantanamo. One of my roommates has the magic ability to disappear for days on end and my other roommate arrives whenever she isn’t supposed to…..it’s like the whole beetlejuice thing. Say her name too many times – even in your head – and she will arrive.
Anyways. College has been really good for meeting people. Not people that are potential partners for dancing the horizontal chacha but other people. Great friends and all that. REALLY good for finding out very quickly who the people are that you can’t stand. SUPER SIMPLE.
It has also been really good at adding to my rebull addiction because sleep never comes…