Tonight we had our first official dorm meeting. Snacks always make it easier to get everyone to show up for these meetings, and being the perfect residents that we are, Randy and I volunteered to go out for donuts.
Randy drives this awesome little old green MG. It’s so much fun riding in that car. I haven’t been able to convince him to let me drive it, though. I think his love for that car is bordering on unhealthy.
Speaking of unhealthy… those donuts were really good. And while eating one, I realized something.
My living situation is way better than I thought it was going to be. Turns out that Randy living next door again is awesome. I don’t think I fully appreciated how good of a friend he’s become.
And the girls… well, at first I thought it sucked that Hannah and Jules weren’t living in my dorm this year, but I think it’s better this way. Well… better without Hannah and the drama she creates… intentionally. She has that irritating center-of-attention thing. If everything isn’t about her, she tries to make it about her. As I sat in the meeting half-listening to head-resident Peter talk about rules and restrictions and other things I already knew, I could imagine every point at which Hannah would have spoken up so everyone would notice her. And I knew just how annoying it would have been.
Hell, I don’t even know why I’m friends with her. She’s kind of a bitch. And kind of a slut. No, not ‘kind of’. She is a slut. And oh God… I just realized that I cannot let her meet Mr. Hottie! She’ll be all over him.
Seriously. Why am I friends with her?
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