This Is Goodbye

It's official, my courses have ended for the year and all that I have left are finals. I don't have to come back to stay in the dorm so I am going to just slowly take things back home with me so that I don't need to live with these girls anymore.
This semester has been frustrating and next year I'm living in an apartment off campus with people I know I get along with. Molly was not my ideal roomie with her puking all over the place, bringing back random guys and girls, and acting completely bipolar towards me depending on what day it was. I hope that Jess, Lindsey, Katie, and Erin don't have a hard year next year, especially Erin with the baby coming along.
Living with roommates isn't easy, but it teaches you how to cope with multiple situations. Girls are full of drama and there has been plenty of that this semester, but what do you expect when you put together six strangers to live together in tight quarters?
This is the end of this blog, the end of my year, and the end of on-campus housing.

Photo taken from: http://intlxpatr.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/suitcases.jpg

Aftermath

This is my last week living in the dorms with my five roommates. My final schedule was changed around a little bit which enables me to drive in to take my tests instead of staying in the dorm for another week.There isn't much communication going on between the three rooms. Since it is the very end of the semester we're living in somewhat peaceful harmony.




Molly and I are back to our old relationship, no more talking to each other, just comfortable silence where we both leave each other alone. It works out because we don't totally hate each other but it's come to the time where we both know that we won't ever be real friends. We just respect our differences now, Molly doesn't have late night visitors anymore and I clean up my side of the room to make her happy; it's a compromise.


Photo taken from: http://www.lapsura.com/drawings/archives/images/the-nature-of-compromise.jpg

All Quiet On The Western Front

Group bonding time ended pretty badly, actually it was a disaster. Instead of showing any effort to try and resolve all of our issues, Molly showed up drunk and pretty much just went on a rant about how much of a slut Erin is. Now since Erin is pregnant and keeping the baby she started to cry uncontrollably because she always thought that Molly was her friend, she was going to make Molly an honorary aunt or some shit. Katie started bitching about how drunk Molly gets on weeknights, and Lindsey started to defend Molly because she said she needs to drink in order to deal with Katie's beautiful personality; because Katie can really only be enjoyable when you've got at least three drinks in you.
Jess and I tried to interject a few times about how we felt, but we were told to shut up by the other four. Definitely should have popped some pop-corn for this explosion. It was how they all felt about each other and it was pent up over pretty much a whole year. Our plans to watch the movie together after died right on the spot, and we all went back to our rooms, and very adult-like of us, slammed our doors.
Since then only direct roommates have really been talking to each other, but Jess and I talk on occasion as a break from our respective roomies. There's only about three weeks left, but so far it appears as though it will be spent in silence.

Photo taken from: http://www.relaxia.cz/galerie/nuclear/images/nuclear%20explosions%20%20nuke%2012_jpg.jpg

Group Bonding

With only a few weeks left we have all been doing what we can to just get along nicely. Tonight we've decided to sit down and have a talk about each other, you know sorta like group therapy. We're throwing everything out in the open, no issues will be left unresolved, and after we're going to sit and watch some good ol' television.
Sounds pretty ridiculous, but we are all doing what we can to help out our pregnant friend maintain her calm for the last month of school. Post later to update on the group talk.

21 And Preggo?

Erin is the roommate that I have never had any real problems with, she has been someone that I've been able to go to the dining hall with and watch movies with. She pretty much keeps to herself, but a side of her I didn't expect came out.

She has been sleeping with two different guys that live in our building. These guys are actually roommates and one of them has a girlfriend. So Erin has been sleeping with the single kid and the unavailable kid as well. Neither one knew she was sleeping around with the other one, but this could all change.
We had to buy a pregnancy test for Erin because she started to show signs that she was quite possibly pregnant. The agonizing three minutes of waiting ended up showing that she is indeed pregnant. But who's the daddy?

Erin has no idea what to do, and I feel bad for her but at the same time she wasn't being very safe or smart about it, so now I'm starting to wonder what she's going to tell both of these guys. I don't even know if she's going to keep it and it's just created a lot of tension between everyone in the suite because no one knows what to say about it.

Picture taken from: http://www.agapeprc.org/images/pregnancy_test2.jpg

Music

Jess has taken it upon herself to start playing her ipod out in our common room through our surround sound speakers. That's fine we don't care that she uses that to play her music, however we do care what kind of music she plays on said ipod.
Apparently Jess has a fondness for Opera music.

It really should be over once the fat lady sings
Photo taken from: http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/opera-singer.jpg

This shit is just plain torture, the only way it will get worse is if Jess starts singing along with it. We already have people banging on our door when they walk by and yelling at us to "Turn off that piece of shit music!"
I agree with everyone else, this isn't music it is a high pitched noise intended to make my ears bleed and beg for mercy. I just keep telling myself that there are only 4 more weeks left of this but the Opera is killing me slowly.

Twitter Me This

Soon after I made the realization that Katie was obsessed with that formspring site I discovered that Molly was pretty much consumed by Twitter.
I don't totally understand what is so appealing about Twitter, it is just a site where yo post updates about your life, and some people do it like every hour. Molly will write about how she is going to breakfast and hoping it's bacon day, then an hour later she will "tweet" about how amazing breakfast was but she wished she didn't have class because it was so nice out. Another hour later she is updating it once again about how lunch doesn't seem to be happening and she will probably just snack in the room, and then again she will post how she is dying for a cigarette.
Really? I find this site to be pretty much the most self absorbed compilation of human shit ever. No one cares about what you ate, where you are going, and how every moment of your day was. I don't even think my mom would want to know every little detail of my own life. I'm fully aware that blogging isn't exactly any better, but I don't update this every hour of every day. I know that people don't want to know what type of toothpaste I used this morning and how oh so wonderful my day is going.
Twitter me this everyone, who actually gives a shit about the tiny details of everyone's lives?

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Formspring Me

Taken from: http://opaseobas.com.br/opas/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/formspringme.png

Is it me, or is this thing the "new" facebook? Katie, my neighbor, has signed up for this website and answers questions on it constantly.
Don't know what this website is?
It's pretty simple, you sign up for it, you can even link it to your facebook and have this formspring site be set up with your facebook status so all of your friends can ask you random questions. This can be totally anonymous, or if you have one of these things then your user name could appear next to your question, but it doesn't have to be.
This site allows you to decide what questions you answer, and the things people ask you are pretty ridiculous. In fact the things people actually answer and how they answer is pretty ridiculous as well. Katie has decided to answer every question the best she can. Some of these questions are pretty personal, and I'm still trying to figure out who would ask these questions to Katie. On the other hand I'm still pretty baffled with the fact that she's actually answering these instead of just deleting them.
All of this internet communication really takes away from the days when we used to talk to people face to face. This website just lets people ask you the things they are too embarrassed to ask you to your face, but they apparently get pretty gutsy when they know that no one knows who they are.
Katie has become so obsessed with this website that she checks it after every class, and pretty much at least every five minutes. I guess I just don't get it.

Get Over It

When you date someone and it only lasts for a month, it's a big deal when you break up...when you're ten. Not when you are in college and are twenty two years old and I mean come on, it was a month.
Jess recently broke up with her boyfriend that she dated for just about a month and she has been sobbing and just pretty much absolutely unbearable to be around. I know that going through a breakup can be messy, but I don't know of anyone that was older than about fourteen that got really upset after they broke up with someone they dated for approximately thirty days.
But wait it gets better, Jess told us that she and her boyfriend broke up after they "hooked up". Now I don't know what her definition is of "hooking up" since everyone seems to have different meanings for that phrase, but that must mean that it wasn't very good, whatever it was. And since she got dumped it probably means she was really bad at that certain something and her boyfriend didn't want to put up with it.
Pretty sure that Jess is taking this a bit harder than she should be, if she dated this guy for longer than she did I might be able to understand it, and he never directly said it had anything to do with the "hooking up", that's just my own assumption. Anyways, Jess said it was because he wanted to keep her as a friend, which is pretty bullshit because I know for a fact that those words pretty much mean that we should never talk again and don't bother trying to either.
For Jess however she has taken to writing really angry away messages that are aimed at her now ex-boyfriend to read. I don't know what she thinks that will accomplish, but she needs to move on and forget about it. One month relationships mean jack shit.

OMGZ TWILIGHTZ

Taken from: http://johnthrasher.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/1204_robert_pattinson_splash.jpg



You know what I'm talking about here. She has the shirts, the bracelets, the books, the movies, the Edward Cullen cutout, and sadly she also checks out mylifeistwilight.com
Go ahead and check out that website, it's real, and it's all about the people who are absolutely bat-shit crazy about Twilight.
Jess is so obsessed with this whole fad, it is sickening. She, like many other 12 year old girls, believes that she will find her "Edward" and live happily ever after.
There are a few things wrong with finding her "Edward".
1. He is a fictional character
2. He is a fictional character
3. He is a compilation of the perfect man
4. That doesn't exist in real life
5. Seriously? This guy isn't even good looking


I've been just overlooking her little obsession for the past couple of months, but you know the new movie came out on DVD so now it is once again the topic of conversation.
"Oh my gawd, I wish I was Bella,"
"Look how he sparkles,"
"I won't date anyone unless they meet my Edward standards."

Really?
Really?

Jess, you are a 22 year old college student. Stop looking for "Edward", stop thinking that Twilight is going to happen to you in real life. Stop comparing yourself to Bella, and for the love of god get that Twilight tattoo removed from your body.


Taken from: http://stylefrizz.com/img/twilight-tattoo-edward-cullen.jpg *Not Jess' tattoo

But come on, you are all going to regret this shit in like 5 years.

Halfway Point

Lately Molly and I have been getting along better than we ever have. This week we got our midterm tests and papers back, and for Molly the news wasn't good. I mean, I knew that she didn't do too much homework since she was always out partying and took naps all the time but still failing tests halfway through the semester is just news no one wants.
In order for her to calm the storm at home she worked up a good cry about how hard her classes were, and how she tries to do everything but apparently just doesn't understand the material. She even was able to gasp and sob on the phone to her mom while she made up this sob story about how she is doing everything she can but it's just not getting through to her, which is why she failed her tests.

Tears of joy
Taken from: http://notesonanapkin.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/crying.jpg


Either Molly is a fucking genius or her mom is just dumb. There is no way that someone who tries as hard in school as Molly says she will would fail four out of five tests. I think the crying was a nice touch and when Molly hung up the phone she dried up the tears and cracked open a nice cold beer.
Cheers to failure.

Hot Shower

Molly and I were getting along rather nicely today. We had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together and for once there wasn't an awkward silence between bites. Hell, we even had a gym date. For the first time all year I was finally feeling somewhat comfortable about my roommate and thought that maybe, just maybe, we could get along for the rest of the semester.
To my surprise Molly let me use the shower first after the gym which worked out pretty well since she takes the hottest and longest showers and that would have left me with no hot water. On a rainy day things were looking up.
I was getting into my sweats when Molly was in the shower and then I heard her let one rip. It wasn't the loudest fart I'd ever heard, but the stench was made about a million times worse by the hot, steaming water that she was bathing in. Even with the door closed our whole room, common room, and the other two bedrooms were filled with the stench of a wet fart.
We might be on good terms today, but that stench lingered for a bit too long, even with the windows open.

Thought I Escaped

Well I went almost an entire week without any contact with my roomies, however they never seem to give up. I woke up this morning to a 15 minute drunken voice mail from Molly. For the first 10 minutes all I could hear was her puking in the toilet and mumbling something about "fucking Taco Bell", and then in the last 5 minutes she just started to confess her love for the delivery driver from Domino's. I'm not sure which part irritates me more; the fact that she left me such a long message, the fact that she was puking for the majority of it, or the fact that she decided to share all of this with me. My week of bliss was interrupted with just that one message. I guess a week is too much time to ask for to be away from my roomies.

A Much Needed Break

I went home for Spring Break yesterday, escaping these girls for a whole week. I don't need to worry about being woken up by one of them, or them puking on the floor, putting boogers on the wall, or anything else for that matter for a whole week. This marks the halfway point in the semester and means that I only have to put up with them for about 8 more weeks until I can taste freedom. But this week, oh I'm going to savor it and the time away from them, no communication with any of them is the best vacation for me.

I'm A Brunette...

Today I found a blond hair in my razor. I have dark brown hair, however Jessica has blond hair. So for god knows how long my suite-mate has been using my razor to shave her legs, armpits, or I don't even want to think about what else. Clearly I can't even keep my razor in the bathroom without the possibility of someone besides me using it.
Disgusting.

Monday Morning Blues

Today Molly woke me up by blowing an air horn directly into my ear. She also happened to move her arm right into where I sprang up out of bed and I ended up getting a bloody nose from hitting her arm too hard too fast. What a delightful way to start my week.

Circle of Shame

The other night we had some of our friends over to the suite and we started off the night of drinking with flip cup. We had two teams of five, and it was the girls against the boys.
I'll admit this is not my game, but I was not alone. The boys were crushing us and eventually our team was just down to Molly. This left us with some hope since she is the one that drinks constantly, however we were more than disappointed.


http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-myspace-graphic/posters/flip-cup.jpg.html

Molly was doing okay until she chugged down her third beer, placed the cup down on the table and before she was able to even think of starting to flip it over she puked all over the table and the rug. This shit was everywhere.


http://lawiscool.com/2009/04/11/law-of-drunkenness/ We need to find one of these signs

Have you ever had to clean up throw up from a rug? That shit just stays in there. Febreeze it all you want, Lysol it too but goddamn that smell lingers. I'm not so much pissed off that my roommate was unable to win in flip cup, I was more pissed off at the fact that this girl drinks every night, every weekend, but she couldn't keep down the equivalent of about three Budlight's. It's light beer, it goes down easy and shouldn't be coming up like that unless you've had about twenty, not three.
So now we're airing out our common room, keeping the windows open, and trying to scrub out that stain. The stain is remarkably a perfect circle around where Molly stood our trophy of failure.

Get The Depends

All the girls I live with decided to watch Step Brothers out in our common room after dinner. There were two girls on the couch and I sat on the floor with Molly on our bright pink shag carpet. Erin was out at work so she couldn't join us. In the middle of the movie Katie let out the loudest, smelliest fart...right into my face. Yep, she farted in my face.




Nope, she didn't just fart in my face. Today was bean burrito day at the dining hall, and Katie realized that she had sharted a little bit into her pants. So not only did I get a whiff of this little present from my suite mate but it was part shit. Let me tell you, there is nothing more disgusting than getting a fresh whiff of a shart.



We're gonna need some of these

Digging Away

Today I noticed a weird mark on the wall by the light switch in my room. If there is so much as a dent in the wall I'll probably get charged so I forced myself out of bed to see what it was. When I went to see what it was I couldn't quite figure it out but it brushed off of the wall, avoiding a future damage charge to my room.
Since it's a Friday and I don't have class, and it was rather shitty out I decided to take a nap. When I woke up from my nap I looked over to see that Molly had her finger up her nose; she must have thought I was still asleep since she was digging for gold. However I saw that she stuck it near the light switch when she was walking out of the room.
So I touched Molly's booger, and she picks her nose. And put's her boogers on the wall, probably so I will touch them. Awesome.


AC Online http://www.ac0nline.webs.com/

Now that's hot.

Meet Molly

"Valley Girl: Teenage female who seems to have no idea where she is. Usually found off the coast of California. Seemingly beautiful in nature but truly idiotic. Likes to use the phrases "like omg" and inserts the word "like" wherever she possibly can"
-urbandictionary.com

That is my roomie in a nutshell. Molly is on the basketball team, she's pretty decent looking, but seriously if you knocked on her skull it would echo. There is no brain thought going on in there.

Molly parties six days a week and hugs the toilet more than her pillow.


Chantelle Fiddy: http://chantellefiddy.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html


I think I've seen her crack open her books once to read them but right now they serve as a rest for her Twinkies. Yeah, that's healthy.

Anyways, she sleeps all day, misses most of her classes, then cries to her mom on the phone when she fails a test. I'm not a rocket scientist or anything but I dunno, maybe if she went to class or attempted homework she wouldn't be failing.

People like Molly drive me crazy because she gets whatever she wants but there is just no thinking going on.

She doesn't think ahead and holding any sort of conversation with her is just brutal. She may not be from California but she definitely fits the cue for being a valley girl.

Molly's daily vocabulary includes:
-Like
-Oh My God
-Omg (she really says omg out loud)
-Totally
-Wicked
-Awesome
-Uh
-Whatever
-Gross
-Tots

Isn't that a beautiful vocabulary? Really displays the many uses of the English language, don't you think?

Things That Go Bump In The Night

No one ever said living with other people would be easy. Have you ever tried living with five other girls? Yeah, it's as bad as you think it is.
I currently am sharing my room with a student athlete, let's call her Molly, who seems to be drinking more than she's studying. I could ramble on and on about the things that bother me about her, and I'm sure she has a list of things I do that just drive her bat-shit crazy, but this is just getting ridiculous.

Who lives with who: Molly and I share a room
Jessica and Katie share a room
Erin and Lindsey share a room
(All fake names to protect their identities)


It was about four or five in the morning on a Tuesday, when I blinked open my sleep crusted eyes because the sound of the lofted bed not twenty feet away from me was sliding back and forth. Frankly I don't care if this girl I share my tiny room with gets action or not but we agreed to no sex while we were in the room with each other. It might be different if we talked to each other, but we don't. If she and I were best friends I may be a little more excited that Molly is getting laid on a weeknight instead of getting her eight hours of sleep in.
This is what gets me, that it wasn't the same guy that Molly has been hooking up with continually since we arrived here in September, no. Instead my brilliant roomie has decided to hook up with one of her teammates, let's call her Sydney, who already has a girlfriend on their basketball team. Let me try to explain this the best I can: Molly (my roomie) is sleeping around with Sydney (basketball teammate of aforementioned roomie), Sydney has a girlfriend (Diane), and once again they are all on the basketball team.
However, my roomie, up until the other day, had me under the impression that she was into guys, and not girls.




http://www.caketease.ca/html/rolling_around_under_the_sheet.html

(Sort of like this, only in a bunk bed)



I don't know where I got that idea from, since you know she had a boyfriend a few months ago, and she had her hookup guy on the side too, but Sydney was just kind of a smack in the face. This is the opening to a whole new world of drama for me, Molly, and the four other girls who share a suite style set up with us.
But really, while I was sleeping? She couldn't wait until I left for class at eight when she could have the room to herself? She couldn't go to her teammates room? She just had to do this while I was trying to sleep for my stressful day ahead of me where I had to give a presentation that counted for over thirty percent of my grade.
I'm biting my tongue about this little issue. I don't want Sydney's girlfriend beating the living shit out of me because I knew that my considerate roomie was hooking up with her late at night. Maybe next time Molly could put up some sort of blockade, or hand me some earmuffs so I don't have to hear that anymore.