You may have notice that i have never talked about my roommates on this blog. After the whole freshman drama that went on with writing about roommates on the web, i decided against it.
But i have gotten smarter in the last two years, meaning i don't post anything on facebook and no one knows about this blog. YEAH! Unless some stalker freak decides to google my name because they meet me in a class, i think i am safe from intrusive visitors from my real life. Just the way i like it.
So i feel a little safe in finally talking about my roommates, especially the toilet paper bandit.
When i first found out i was having three roommates i was like "oh crap how is this going to work out." Even though i knew i would have my own room, i was still pretty iffy on having roommates. I'm quiet, i keep to myself and apparently those are all no no's in college living. The more hidden you try to remain the more people want to find your hiding place.
But i was optimistic. This wasn't going to be the same experience as freshman living. We wouldn't get cabin fever, and start attacking each other. We would be adults, respect each other, and go on with our business.
I am fortunate to say that has been the case. My roommates are Lauren, Kim, and a girl named Star. Yes people you heard it here her name is Star(and if you can believe it her last name is that of the infamous ex view Host. SERIOUSLY).
Our apartment is average college living. You enter into the living room, kitchen area, and then doors on each end lead us to our corners(where two bedrooms and a bath await us). I share a corner with Kim. She is really nice, tall, has a high pitch voice that can kind of be irritating. Her boyfriend, who lives down the hall, is here like everyday. And i have to put on earphones to drown out the noise of....Well when a man and a woman love each other and want to express that love....you get the picture.
Lauren is really cool, she brings a lot of people over which sometimes can get a little loud, but it hasn't come to a point where it has caused any problems. And Star, well what can you say about a girl named Star. Before i ever met her there was a note on the garbage can reading "this is Stars garbage can, if you aren't going to throw out the garbage then don't use this can" -STAR-
After this small introduction i thought i was going to have the biggest problem with her. But she is actually very nice, minus the notes she leaves around the apartment.
It is always a little difficult living with people. It's all about compromise and respect. Which in the college sense means you don't touch my stuff i won't touch yours. But the bathroom is a different story.
Toilet Paper is like a commodity. For some reason us college kids go through toilet paper like we do alcoholic beverages. In my dorm, the Ra even gives away free rolls of the stuff if we do well on an quiz/exam.
But i think Kim may be eating the toilet paper. Okay not eating it, but i have entered the bathroom with a whole roll of toilet paper on the roll and then the next day, it's just the roll no paper.
At first i thought "perhaps the paper wasn't bountiful enough", maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. But having been here for a few months, i notice how quickly toilet paper runs out in our bathroom.
Towards the end of last semester i was stealing toilet paper from the Biology department because she was running through it so quickly. I snuck in ready to stuff as much toilet paper i could into my book bag , because she had devoured it all it in a week. I once even got caught(forgetting rule #1 of stealing toilet paper: close the stall in the process of stuffing paper in book bag), and did the walk of shame with toilet paper in my hands.
To top things off, her excessive use of toilet paper flooded the toilet yesterday. Instead of doing the bright thing, unclogging it. She just keep flushing it. After she left, i(because I'm McGyver) dislodge the buildup of toilet paper she kept shoving down the toilet. Who knew a Clothes hanger could act as a plunger.
I then had a scary nightmare last night(being traumatized for being that close to 1) a toilet 2) someone else's urine) that she and her boyfriend(who has been a consistent pisser on the floor) had to wear depends during a photo shoot i was conducting. I don't know why they were wearing depends, or why i was conducting a photo shoot with the Fabulous Trent Reznor, but i woke up scared. Very scared.
But i have gotten smarter in the last two years, meaning i don't post anything on facebook and no one knows about this blog. YEAH! Unless some stalker freak decides to google my name because they meet me in a class, i think i am safe from intrusive visitors from my real life. Just the way i like it.
So i feel a little safe in finally talking about my roommates, especially the toilet paper bandit.
When i first found out i was having three roommates i was like "oh crap how is this going to work out." Even though i knew i would have my own room, i was still pretty iffy on having roommates. I'm quiet, i keep to myself and apparently those are all no no's in college living. The more hidden you try to remain the more people want to find your hiding place.
But i was optimistic. This wasn't going to be the same experience as freshman living. We wouldn't get cabin fever, and start attacking each other. We would be adults, respect each other, and go on with our business.
I am fortunate to say that has been the case. My roommates are Lauren, Kim, and a girl named Star. Yes people you heard it here her name is Star(and if you can believe it her last name is that of the infamous ex view Host. SERIOUSLY).
Our apartment is average college living. You enter into the living room, kitchen area, and then doors on each end lead us to our corners(where two bedrooms and a bath await us). I share a corner with Kim. She is really nice, tall, has a high pitch voice that can kind of be irritating. Her boyfriend, who lives down the hall, is here like everyday. And i have to put on earphones to drown out the noise of....Well when a man and a woman love each other and want to express that love....you get the picture.
Lauren is really cool, she brings a lot of people over which sometimes can get a little loud, but it hasn't come to a point where it has caused any problems. And Star, well what can you say about a girl named Star. Before i ever met her there was a note on the garbage can reading "this is Stars garbage can, if you aren't going to throw out the garbage then don't use this can" -STAR-
After this small introduction i thought i was going to have the biggest problem with her. But she is actually very nice, minus the notes she leaves around the apartment.
It is always a little difficult living with people. It's all about compromise and respect. Which in the college sense means you don't touch my stuff i won't touch yours. But the bathroom is a different story.
Toilet Paper is like a commodity. For some reason us college kids go through toilet paper like we do alcoholic beverages. In my dorm, the Ra even gives away free rolls of the stuff if we do well on an quiz/exam.
But i think Kim may be eating the toilet paper. Okay not eating it, but i have entered the bathroom with a whole roll of toilet paper on the roll and then the next day, it's just the roll no paper.
At first i thought "perhaps the paper wasn't bountiful enough", maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. But having been here for a few months, i notice how quickly toilet paper runs out in our bathroom.
Towards the end of last semester i was stealing toilet paper from the Biology department because she was running through it so quickly. I snuck in ready to stuff as much toilet paper i could into my book bag , because she had devoured it all it in a week. I once even got caught(forgetting rule #1 of stealing toilet paper: close the stall in the process of stuffing paper in book bag), and did the walk of shame with toilet paper in my hands.
To top things off, her excessive use of toilet paper flooded the toilet yesterday. Instead of doing the bright thing, unclogging it. She just keep flushing it. After she left, i(because I'm McGyver) dislodge the buildup of toilet paper she kept shoving down the toilet. Who knew a Clothes hanger could act as a plunger.
I then had a scary nightmare last night(being traumatized for being that close to 1) a toilet 2) someone else's urine) that she and her boyfriend(who has been a consistent pisser on the floor) had to wear depends during a photo shoot i was conducting. I don't know why they were wearing depends, or why i was conducting a photo shoot with the Fabulous Trent Reznor, but i woke up scared. Very scared.
Perhaps she has a urninary tract infection, perhaps she has a billy goat in her room, whatever the case i have been selfishly hoarding my toilet paper.
Staying on the subject of toilets, my english professor has officially been put on my shit list.
Today was a horrible lecture, being hot and cursing only gets you so far in my book. I rolled my eyes so many times during the lecture, i almost had to pick them off the floor. He's arrognat, cooky, and full of himself. He was right when he said there would come a point in the class where we would hate him, i just didn't think it would be so soon.
I was hoping to make him beautiful and wonderful in my mind before he satrted to tear it all away. But he didn't even get that far before he blew it. He's entirely too rational. Granted it's a theory class, granted theory sucks, but he manages to present what suppose to be beautiful as something that is rough around the edges. He then went on to say bad things about people majoring in English, about literature in generally...but maybe he thinks giving a smile after each statement will make it a little better.
Staying on the subject of toilets, my english professor has officially been put on my shit list.
Today was a horrible lecture, being hot and cursing only gets you so far in my book. I rolled my eyes so many times during the lecture, i almost had to pick them off the floor. He's arrognat, cooky, and full of himself. He was right when he said there would come a point in the class where we would hate him, i just didn't think it would be so soon.
I was hoping to make him beautiful and wonderful in my mind before he satrted to tear it all away. But he didn't even get that far before he blew it. He's entirely too rational. Granted it's a theory class, granted theory sucks, but he manages to present what suppose to be beautiful as something that is rough around the edges. He then went on to say bad things about people majoring in English, about literature in generally...but maybe he thinks giving a smile after each statement will make it a little better.
It doesn't. It makes me think he's an ass. I can't even look at him without thinking he is destroying everything that made me want to change my major to English. I almost threw my book at his cute face.
He wants us to write about what we discussed in class for our journal entries...I'm hoping all the negative things i say won't demote my grade. But at this point, not even his hot face can save him from my poor opinion of him. He has the semester to try to make it up, but so far he's doing a crappy job. Does that mean he is a crappy teacher...I don't know. He evokes thoughts which i guess a teacher is suppose to do, but he doesn't inspire them. I value that more.
And yes that is a picture of him above. Damn why does he have to be so cool.
1 comment:
Wow. Seriously? Star Jones is your roommate?
It can be surprising how fast toilet paper goes. I'm always amazed that my "roommate" and I go through an entire roll every day! Granted, it's the cheapy one-ply kind though.
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