September 2009
| 27 September 2009
So I've decided if I can gun for two to three good blog entries a week, that's more than good enough for me (and also for all of you.) I figure any more than that, and I'd probably just be pushing myself to put shit out that no one is going to want to read, but any less than that, and I'm just being a lazy motherfucker. So you're welcome, people. I'm trying to be a better blogger for you.
New News: I finally got my hair cut. MY hairstylist lopped off about 8 inches from the back of my head, and I'm left with an awesome, spiky mess. I think it looks a lot better to be honest. Also, maybe for once in my fucking life I won't actually have to spend 35 minutes using the blow drier, and then another 25 using the hair straightener, just to look like a decent human being. Maybe.
Alrighty. I suppose I could actually make an attempt at doing some shit or something. I pulled a jumping off point out of my jar of ideas*, and came out with roomies.
I guess my opinion of my past roomies is extremely varied. To be perfectly honest, I've not been the worlds biggest fan of most of them. For Example: In college, I was paired up with a girl named Brittany.
Now, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of having a college roomie selected at the hands of your RAs or some volunteers who obviously hate you for no good reason, here's what you do. You sit down and fill out this questionnaire about your study habits, your major, your favorite types of music and TV, your sleep schedule, and a few other key questions. And then, you send it back in to your college, and (presumably) they look at it and find your complete opposite, and pair you up with them. I'm not entirely sure why they did this shit. Maybe it was a group of psychology students who just wanted to set this up for an interesting reaction. Maybe it was a hippy that thought both Britt and I would grow from the experience. More likely, though, was that the people who were reading these questionnaires and pairing up room mates, were actively trying to ruin some lives. And the reason I say that, is because pretty much everyone in my building was paired up with someone they hated.
Let me start off by stating: Brittany was black. Normally, I wouldn't even have to make mention of this, because it shouldn't matter. But once you get down through the paragraphs, you'll actually see why I said that.
On the day I moved into college, I was actually there eairly, and my parents had helped me set up my side of the room fairly quick. We waited around to see if my roomie was going to get there, so we could introduce ourselves and be polite and all that jazz. I knew Brittany was black. Okay, I had a good idea that she was black from the awkward conversation that I'd had with her two months prior. Despite the lackluster conversation, I was still excited to meet her. Maybe we'd end up being really good friends. A few hours passed while I fussed with my new laptop, messed around with the TV, and went with my parents to the store to pick up my books. No Brittany. Maybe she wouldn't show up and I'd have the room to myself. I wouldn't have complained. Finally, my parents had to leave, and I decided that I'd go and hang with some of the kids I'd met online and gotten along well with. That night, I returned to my dorm to find a very tall black girl (about 5'9) and her extremely tall boyfriend (about 6'4) and her mother carting things into the room.
"Oh hi! You must be Brittany!" I said, extending my hand for a handshake. Brittany sneered at me, and grunted in an animalistic way.
"Hey." She said, pushing passed me to get between me and her boyfriend who was standing off in my corner of the room, looking at the collection of cleaning supplies I'd had sitting on the dresser. Brittany's mom, however, grabbed me and hugged me very tightly.
"Oh, you must be Rook. Good lord, aren't you just the cutest little thing? Brittany, isn't she cute?" Brittany made a noise that sounded like disagreement. Meanwhile, her mother was obviously trying to crush me in the worlds tightest hug. I politely pulled back and then offered to help them set things up. Brittany grabbed anything her mother handed to me, and set it on her bed.
