"Alexa?" I look around, I forgot where I was, what I was doing? "Alexa!?". It’s the barista. I was at the campus coffee shop. "When the hell did I get here" I think to myself as a grab my coffee and scramble out the door. I was almost scared to try it, I didn't remember going there, god only knows what I decided ordered. mmmm, pumpkin spice. I made a good decision, for once. Anything that has to do with caffeine is the only thing I can make good decisions about.
I get back to the building and there's someone out side. "Fuck, I'm so not ready to interact with people". Despite the fact I've known this kid for months I can't remember his name to save my life. "James? No. Frank? for fucks sake, who the hell names their kid Frank! Paul? Maybe...no, no, it's not Paul. It's some god awful generic name like that. I mean, he looks like he has a generic name. Maybe if I call him Joy Division he'll just accept it." See, Joy Division, as I'm calling him, likes to talk to me about older Punk music. It’s cool, I've made most of my friends here by smoking and talking about music. I can tell by the look on his face that he wants to talk, he looks so lonely and pathetic standing outside alone. God, I should have went to the other entrance, no one is ever there. He hands me a cigarette. "Thanks man, I needed this" I say to him. "I could tell" he responds. "Thanks for saying I look like shit" I chuckle. "No, it's not that at all, it's just.." he pauses "have you checked out those bands yet?". I sigh "Not yet, I've been swamped with work" a lie, "but I promise, I'll check them out soon" possibly another lie. He flicks his cigarette, "I'll catch you later?" he says as he turns towards the door. "Yeah, and thanks again for the smoke." I finish my cigarette and head to my dorm room.
The elevator door was open, despite the fact I'm only on the second floor I decided to take this opportunity because of my little incident at the coffee shop. Right as the door is about to close someone jumps in.
"Hey lazy fuck, I thought you never took the elevator." It's my buddy Rob from the sixth floor.
"Shut up faggot, it's been a rough day"
"Rough day?!? it's 8 am!"
"Yea, my day started at like 6 yesterday."
"Oh, I gotcha. We're you with Jesse last night?" he says winking at me.
"For the last time, we aren’t fucking!"
"Shut up faggot, it's been a rough day"
"Rough day?!? it's 8 am!"
"Yea, my day started at like 6 yesterday."
"Oh, I gotcha. We're you with Jesse last night?" he says winking at me.
"For the last time, we aren’t fucking!"
"Not what I meant" he says as the door opens.
I clear my throat. "well, ummm, FUCK YOU!" I scream as a press all the buttons and walk away. My roommate Natile is sitting on the couch in the common area. "I'm so glad you're here! I left my card in my room!" I don't say a word as I swipe us in to our wing. It's not that I hate her, we are just nothing alike. None of my roommates are anything like me, I'll never understand how I got matched up with them. Luckily, we have a quad. Four separate rooms, two bathrooms, a common area, and an eat in kitchen kind of thing. Natile and I are on once side, Emily and Katie are on the other. I feel so bad for Nat. Well, I feel so bad for all of them, or maybe they fell bad for me.
I have room B. There are three post it notes under the B on my door. An "A", "M", and "F". BAMF. Bad ass mother fucker, that's me. My door, lined with caution tape My buddy Blaze and I stole from when they were doing construction in our court yard, or what ever the hell it is called. The caution tape also lines the trim of my room where the walls and ceilings meet. My walls are no longer white, they are plastered with posters, pictures I ripped out of magazine, lyrics, post its, and drawings, both of my own creation and ones from my friends. My curtains were black to keep the sun out, "You Lost The Game" was written on my window, random scribbles and drawings covered my mirrors making them nothing more than reflective write on boards. My bed was ripped to shreds, the light fixture was torn off so I could replace the bulb with a black light, my floor, obscured by clothes, books, garbage, and everything, just everywhere. And of course there was my sick ass Sony stereo system my roommates loved ever so much. I tell everyone that my room is organized with chaos so I seem less like a poor disgusting excuse for a human being. If I did not scare the shit out of my room mates enough myself, my room sure as hell helped.
Although I never really saw Katie or Emily's rooms, I know they were nothing like mine, with an exception of me and Emily having the same bed sets. So Natile's room, haha, now that was a sight. One time Rob was over and asked if my roommates were five year olds, no lie. But just imagine a stereotypical five year old girl's room. Princesses, Disney, butterflies, pink, glittery. That was her room. In fact, that was her. Full of oh gosh's, oh my goodness', and she was over apologetic. I don't think she even knew what shit, fuck, or piss was. Hell, she probably still though dick was just short for Richard. Purely nauseating, at least to me, and possibly eighty percent of the population between the ages of fourteen and forty.
I go into my room and plug my zune into my stereo. I decided to turn the volume down a bit since I knew Nat was here. I open my laptop with all intentions of starting my English paper due in a few days, but instead Facebook popped up and I find that more interesting, despite the face my paper was just a simple 'How To' essay. Our professor was awesome as all hell and always let us pick the actual topic to write about. My how to paper was “How to Survive a Hardcore Concert”. At first he questioned the topic, but once I gave him that 'bitch please look' and told him I've been to a lot of concerts he let me write about it. I'm scrolling through my news feed and I hear my phone go off. It's Danielle. “Noms?” the text read. I figured that it was probably a good idea to get food in my system so I told her to meet me outside my building in five minutes. She replied saying that she was at Josh's, her boyfriend and one of my really close friends, and to just come over there.He lived right down the hall from me, and ever since we met I've practically lived there. His roommate Calvin is literally the reason I know everyone I know here. I like to play one of those sixth degrees of separation games when I'm bored to trace everyone I know back to him. It's kinda weird and mildly entertaining.
As I get to Josh's room I scratch at the door and start to meow, I do this a lot, sadly. He replies with “Get the fuck outta here! Cats are stupid little shits!!” and I hear Danielle say “I love kitties! Can we please keep it? PLEEEEEEEEASE????”. They come out of the room and we walk over to Van, the Dining hall. Their food is really hit or miss. More miss that hit. You kind of have to know what to eat and what to avoid, it's weird. But seriously, when is buffet style food ever good?
We all get to our table, and despite the fact there is only three of us we always sit at the same table that is made for eight. We normally have more people with us when we come for lunch or dinner, plus, there is literally only like eight other people here for breakfast every day. Josh tells me that his roommate Calvin found a new roommate since his old one was a homophobe and moved out. Josh and Calvin's room was basically the same set up as mine, except they had two rooms, with two people in each, instead of four individual rooms. Josh and Shaun shared one, but Shaun was almost never there because he stayed with his girlfriend who I think lived in an apartment off campus, so Josh pretty much had the room to himself. Shaun had this huge ass TV that he let Josh use since he was never there. “Is he gay?” I asked. “Why would he be gay?” says Josh. “I don't know, it would just be kind of convenient for him to have a fuck buddy living with him.” I replied. Danielle interjects “Well, knowing Calvin he probably is”. “He's moving in today after his classes, wanna help?” Josh adds. “I have a class from 6:30 till 9, so I probably can't” I respond. “It's all good” Josh says, “wanna stop by after and we can all chill?”. “If I'm not a zombie I will.”
I clear my throat. "well, ummm, FUCK YOU!" I scream as a press all the buttons and walk away. My roommate Natile is sitting on the couch in the common area. "I'm so glad you're here! I left my card in my room!" I don't say a word as I swipe us in to our wing. It's not that I hate her, we are just nothing alike. None of my roommates are anything like me, I'll never understand how I got matched up with them. Luckily, we have a quad. Four separate rooms, two bathrooms, a common area, and an eat in kitchen kind of thing. Natile and I are on once side, Emily and Katie are on the other. I feel so bad for Nat. Well, I feel so bad for all of them, or maybe they fell bad for me.
I have room B. There are three post it notes under the B on my door. An "A", "M", and "F". BAMF. Bad ass mother fucker, that's me. My door, lined with caution tape My buddy Blaze and I stole from when they were doing construction in our court yard, or what ever the hell it is called. The caution tape also lines the trim of my room where the walls and ceilings meet. My walls are no longer white, they are plastered with posters, pictures I ripped out of magazine, lyrics, post its, and drawings, both of my own creation and ones from my friends. My curtains were black to keep the sun out, "You Lost The Game" was written on my window, random scribbles and drawings covered my mirrors making them nothing more than reflective write on boards. My bed was ripped to shreds, the light fixture was torn off so I could replace the bulb with a black light, my floor, obscured by clothes, books, garbage, and everything, just everywhere. And of course there was my sick ass Sony stereo system my roommates loved ever so much. I tell everyone that my room is organized with chaos so I seem less like a poor disgusting excuse for a human being. If I did not scare the shit out of my room mates enough myself, my room sure as hell helped.
Although I never really saw Katie or Emily's rooms, I know they were nothing like mine, with an exception of me and Emily having the same bed sets. So Natile's room, haha, now that was a sight. One time Rob was over and asked if my roommates were five year olds, no lie. But just imagine a stereotypical five year old girl's room. Princesses, Disney, butterflies, pink, glittery. That was her room. In fact, that was her. Full of oh gosh's, oh my goodness', and she was over apologetic. I don't think she even knew what shit, fuck, or piss was. Hell, she probably still though dick was just short for Richard. Purely nauseating, at least to me, and possibly eighty percent of the population between the ages of fourteen and forty.
I go into my room and plug my zune into my stereo. I decided to turn the volume down a bit since I knew Nat was here. I open my laptop with all intentions of starting my English paper due in a few days, but instead Facebook popped up and I find that more interesting, despite the face my paper was just a simple 'How To' essay. Our professor was awesome as all hell and always let us pick the actual topic to write about. My how to paper was “How to Survive a Hardcore Concert”. At first he questioned the topic, but once I gave him that 'bitch please look' and told him I've been to a lot of concerts he let me write about it. I'm scrolling through my news feed and I hear my phone go off. It's Danielle. “Noms?” the text read. I figured that it was probably a good idea to get food in my system so I told her to meet me outside my building in five minutes. She replied saying that she was at Josh's, her boyfriend and one of my really close friends, and to just come over there.He lived right down the hall from me, and ever since we met I've practically lived there. His roommate Calvin is literally the reason I know everyone I know here. I like to play one of those sixth degrees of separation games when I'm bored to trace everyone I know back to him. It's kinda weird and mildly entertaining.
As I get to Josh's room I scratch at the door and start to meow, I do this a lot, sadly. He replies with “Get the fuck outta here! Cats are stupid little shits!!” and I hear Danielle say “I love kitties! Can we please keep it? PLEEEEEEEEASE????”. They come out of the room and we walk over to Van, the Dining hall. Their food is really hit or miss. More miss that hit. You kind of have to know what to eat and what to avoid, it's weird. But seriously, when is buffet style food ever good?
We all get to our table, and despite the fact there is only three of us we always sit at the same table that is made for eight. We normally have more people with us when we come for lunch or dinner, plus, there is literally only like eight other people here for breakfast every day. Josh tells me that his roommate Calvin found a new roommate since his old one was a homophobe and moved out. Josh and Calvin's room was basically the same set up as mine, except they had two rooms, with two people in each, instead of four individual rooms. Josh and Shaun shared one, but Shaun was almost never there because he stayed with his girlfriend who I think lived in an apartment off campus, so Josh pretty much had the room to himself. Shaun had this huge ass TV that he let Josh use since he was never there. “Is he gay?” I asked. “Why would he be gay?” says Josh. “I don't know, it would just be kind of convenient for him to have a fuck buddy living with him.” I replied. Danielle interjects “Well, knowing Calvin he probably is”. “He's moving in today after his classes, wanna help?” Josh adds. “I have a class from 6:30 till 9, so I probably can't” I respond. “It's all good” Josh says, “wanna stop by after and we can all chill?”. “If I'm not a zombie I will.”
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