Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Waiting Game

Sorry for the lack of posts lately, been pretty bogged down in homework and such. I'm currently in the middle of trying to finish my research paper. Remember? The one I wrote about that I couldn't bring myself to do? Well now I kind of have to do it...
Of course I thought it would be productive to let my brain have a little rest and write a much needed post. The topic of today's discussion: roommate shenanigans. Thankfully my roommate is generally a lovely person who doesn't wake me up when I'm sleeping, play obnoxious music, or has people over all the time, but she does have her quirks. For example, I think she thinks it's my job to take out the recycling. I know the bin is on my side of the room, but she puts stuff in there, so it's not my full responsibility. I take it out all the time, mostly because it gets full within about 5 days of me emptying it. It mostly gets full with plastic bottles(naturally), but most of these bottles are hers(I know this because I don't drink Vitamin Water). Every once and a while I get tired of being the only one to take out the recycling and decide to just leave it and see how long it takes until Christy takes it out. Well, it's been about 2 days, and the recycling bin is about as full as its ever been. Bottles are place precariously atop the piles of other bottles. I mean seriously, how can you see that and not just take the stupid thing out?? Who knows, maybe this will last until the end of the year....
In other news, my roommate also cut off all of her hair. 18 inches, to be precise. She said she "needed a change", which is perfectly normal, but damn, 18 inches all at once?? She's brave I'll give her that. I'm still not quite used to her new hair yet though, and I've found that when I walk into my room and see her with her newly shortened hair, I think "Dear God why is there a strange boy in my room???!", and proceed to have a mini heart attack thinking said boy is going to turn around and stab me before I realize that no, that is not a strange boy, that is my roommate. I guess the new haircut keeps me on my toes.

Well, I better get back to that paper that makes up 40% of my final grade....
Leah

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