Roommate is v. annoying to sound like Bridget Jones with a blog. Here is a sample of a little 'conversation' that occurred a few minutes ago between us:
Me: I think this earring is stuck to my ear.
RM: The computer messed up on my presentation paper, one of the bullets is missing.
Me: ::grab big mirror Alice in Wonderland style, sit on bed and try to see my whole ear and why earring is stuck::
RM: I'm sure no one will even notice, they'll be looking at their papers not my board.
Me: yeah... I really wish I could see my whole ear.
::get earring un-stuck::
Me: Crisis adverted, don't have to cut off my ear.
RM: ::totally not even noticing::
Me: ::getting annoyed - grab towels - take shower::
Now she's talking on the phone with one of her weird friends, talking about weird story that weird friend is writing.
She's wearing - long sleeved t-shirt, boxers, black socks. She put her project board in the hall, and is worse at cutting a straight line than even I am. Which is v. frightening.
Well I should be off here to read but I just had to share my observations. Really hope I get a single room next year, or at least a half-sane roommate. God help me.
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