Today was arrival day. I still don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to get my own room. No roommate means no built-in friend. Of course, that can totally backfire. My freshman roommate was a total nightmare. And she smelled kind of funny. Yeah, I’m a bitch. Anyway… I’ll be okay once I have Jules and Hannah back. Why the hell did they have to wait until tomorrow to get here? It’s junior year… we only get to live off our parents and embrace college life for two more years… I don’t want to waste any of it. They need to get here now. I’m bored. Dinner sucked. I ended up eating with Randy. What are the chances that he’d live next door to me again? Apparently, quite good.
It’s not that I don’t like Randy. He’s a good guy. He’s kind of a bad influence with his love for plant life, but he’s a good guy. The problem is… I find his taste in music terrible. When I hear some rapper screaming at me at two o’clock in the morning, I have to get my ass out of bed and bang on our shared wall until he turns it down. At least he does turn it down. We have our own wall-language. I guess it is good that he’s my neighbor. Again. Maybe there’s hope for him.
Oh! I almost forgot. How the hell could I forget this?? I saw a hottie on my way back from dinner. I know… people are going to start calling me boy-crazy again. But I can’t help it. Oh, fuck, I don’t even try. I may never see him again anyway. This is a big campus.
Aaaand… there’s the loud horrible rap music. Gotta pound on the wall.
More later… especially if I find Mr. Hottie.
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Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.
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