Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Part 1: The Very Beginning
Mom and Pops dropped me off at school about three weeks ago and so far I've met a few crazy people. My roommate Marlena and I are getting along just peachy. We listen to the same music, eat the same popcorn, and we both like our beds lofted. She's a neat-freak, but I keep my mess to myself. I like to go to bed by 1am, but she uses headphones. We've done almost everything together outside of class. I had nightmares about having a roommate from hell, much like my sisters Maurcel and Reese had, but so far she's proven me wrong (but I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a little while longer).
Down the hall are some girls that are pretty chill. Joy lives down the hall. We went to middle and high school together. Farther down lives Nilla and CiCi. Across the hall from them is Louise. The six of us have basically been inseparable. Well that is half true. Joy has been in and out. She's found a new love interest since her Lover Boy from home has decided they should be free to roam to start off college. It seems Cory has sparked her interest and she has planned every semi-stalkerish way to "accidentally" be in the same place as him at least twice a day. I swear that girl reads way too many romance novels.
See Joy is a very complex girl. At a very young 17, she is the baby of the hall. But thanks to a friends' old state ID, Joy is also the most well-versed club hopper. A soccer/cross country drop-out, Joy has by far the best body of us all, and she knows it. Everyday we go running in the rec building and while I wear basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts, she is in her spandex and sports bra, making all the boys (and some of the girls) watch her every move, just the way she likes it. Just this week, two guys stopped playing basketball and followed us to the weight room, just to get a closer look. You would think that all this attention would be enough for her, but no. She's not as shallow as she appears. Quite the contrary, actually. Her standards in men are quite high. If you want a conversation with her to last more than 20 seconds, you better have your resume ready to go. So for her to have found a new prospect is a HUGE deal.
Nilla and CiCi are pretty quiet, I haven't found out much about them yet. CiCi has a cool latina accent, but I don't know where she's from. Is it weird to ask after we've spent so much time together already? I feel like that is something I should already know. Anyway, on the bus to Meijer last week, we met Louise, the biggest creep you'll ever meet. Just kidding! She's just super nice, something I didn't expect to see much of. Anywho, we got on the bus and Louise is sitting by herself. She head nods for Nilla, also by herself (or so she thought), to sit by her. We push her over to sit by her. We end up having some girly conversation about Gilmore Girls and the obnoxious football players. And that is where it all began.
Confessions No. 3
I hate it when people ask me what my style is. I wear what I want, when I want, how I want, and there is no method to my madness.
Confessions No. 2
I don't answer the phone on the first ring because I want you to think that I'm busy and that I am going out of my way to answer your call.
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