Friday, January 13, 2012

The strangers I live with.

As many of you don't know, I moved to the university where I did my first year of college (the grace period between then and now was a tragic time in my life where I learned a lot. That story is for another time).

I am a sophomore living in a dorm. I have a freshman roommate whom I have never before met in my life. It is not an enticing situation to me. Luckily, I got a sane roomie. For the most part, anyway (we are all mostly crazy, in my opinion.) She doesn't like socializing very much, though.

Scene: I turned the TV on and shuffled through some channels until I came upon Grease

Me: Oh wow! We got a classic on tonight, B!


Me: Damn, they had style back then.


Unfortunately, I turned around to see her with headphones on; those big kind that Jay-Z, Hipsters, and Asians wear. Naturally they block out everything, even the sound of your own farts. So, I had no hope of conversing with her like regular roommates.

I suppose my relationship with B is better than the one that I have with my suite mates. Lastnight, I was about to get into the shower and one of my suitemates silently opened her door (which happens to be right next to the shower), so when I turned around, she scared the ever-living piss out of me. The weird thing is, she didn't say anything. It was a silent and terrifying moment for me.

I live in a weird Twilight Zone with zombies. And introverted girls.

... Great.