Describe three people on your floor: and fuck you. I could rant here for at least a thousand words but I won’t. But please do understand how frustrating, infuriating, and condescending that is. So anyway:
Michael: this cool girl who went to the same school as me. She works full time helping America. She has short dark hair and an acid wit (to use a terrible cliche. Im sorry Im sorry)
Erik: Tall with shaggy light brown hair. He’s cooking chicken in the kitchen right now and I think I may need to work out a meal sharing plan with him. Boy does it smell good. He’s currently looking for a job so he can save money to go somewhere exotic and study Spanish.
Casey: shorter than Erik but still way taller than me. He’s gonna be a teacher I think. He’s got less shaggy blond hair and has more homework than me (sucker). He likes Garth Brooks and moved in with a large stereo. He likes Ava, which is always a good sign.
Favorite dining hall food so far? My stew. The weather will stay warm as long as there is stew in the frig.
Experience (not that kind!) with communal bathrooms? Umm, they get messy really quick.
So my mom underwent surgery today and is now wearing a big eye patch. I think I will get her a stuffed parrot on my way up there today. They say everything’s ok but the more I think about it the more scared I get. Sure it’s Benign, but it’s got the cancer word in there none the less.
Across the street in the rose garden some old woman is crying. I cant believe the roses are blooming this late. Sometimes I cant really believe anything…