Suite Mates.

In between my nervous breakdown, i ran into my suite mate last night.

Not having a roommate is wicked awesome. I get to do whatever i want in my room whenever i want without someone crowding my space. It's awesome.

In the dorm i live in now i share a bathroom with the people who live in the room next door. When I moved in, i immediately introduced myself to the person i would be sharing the bathroom with. I didn't want her to walk into the bathroom one day and see some shit in there that wasn't hers.

Her name was Heath (yes. Like Heathcliff) and she was to a degree she was nice. I mean i dicd knockon her door she was taking a nap. My bad. I didn't have to many run ins with her however throughout the rest of the semester. She kept the bathroom kind of clean, she was kind of loud, but other than that i didn't say much to her.

During the middle of the semester however, her single dorm became a double when some girl moved in. Just like Heath, i didn't really see or talk that much either. It was so hard to decipher between whether it was a friend coming out of her room or her roommate.

When i came back to school on Sunday, i noticed that every thing that Heath put in the bathroom had been removed. She had this huge blue plastic dresser, hair products and other such things that were suddenly gone. Plus the bathroom was the cleanest i had seen it since i moved in. At first i was like...YES!! I get a bathroom all by myself. No more random toilet flushing or people talking on the crapper. Just me. Yeah.

But on Tuesday, i heard the door open to the bathroom. It opened slowly and then closed real quickly and then opened again. I thought i was hearing a ghost or something because i was sure that Heath had moved.

So last night around 8:30 when i was watching American Idol (only the audition episodes) i heard a knock on my door and a quiet voice that said hello.

I was right in assuming that Heath had moved out, but i was wrong in assuming that the other roommate wasn't there either. Because she still was. I don't know how to explain the next two hours of my life. After we introduced ourselves it was as if we formed some weird friendship standing in the bathroom. She came in my room, i went into hers and we even talked in our adjoining bathroom.

For two hours we talked about our majors, and having a single room, addhd (which she claims she has), sleep disorders, anxiety, hot professors...I mean it was the weirdest thing ever. We forged some insane connection in the matter of minutes. She's weird and shy, and entirely too smart for her own good. She's like me. I kept trying to end the conversation (not because i wanted to but it was getting late) only to be deterred into another one. When it was all over and done, and i closed my door i had this "what the hell just happened".

It was weird. People shouldn't get along that well when they first meet should they? But we did.

I said i could help her with English (because she sucks at it) and she said she would help me with math (even though she's about a semester too late).

Weird encounter. Yes. But pleasant. HMMM.