My roommate has moved out. I don't mind, we were never close - more like two indifferent strangers that shared a room. Now she has moved to room with her best friend and that is perfectly understandable. However, waiting until the day she moved out to inform me of her decision is just a tad bit late. Informing me of her decision by leaving a written note on my desk was a bit strange, but all right. Having to miss the new episode of ER because she took her TV with her was very unfortunate but unavoidable. But such is life, and holding a grudge requires too much effort. Partly for consolation and partly just to have something to do, I spent all of Thursday night and Friday morning redecorating. I have remedied the barren state of the opposite side of the room and I now find myself situated most comfortably in a fabulous space. I went into cleaning mode the day she moved out, vacuuming, scrubbing, dusting, and the like. It's scary when I get like that - I can't stop nor do I have any wish to stop. If only I had a natural 'studying mode.' So, in summation, I have my own room until the start of the spring semester, said room has been redecorated, and is currently spotless.
About Me
- Jessica
- Socially reclusive with geeky and/or nerdy tendencies, this blogger tends to spend most of her time on unimportant things, like this profile. She sometimes uses (and subsequently butchers) big words while sharing her love of all things movie-related. Her hobbies are reading, drawing, watching movies, telling jokes, cooking, singing in the shower, and impersonating accents (badly). Consult Ms. Cleo if you want to know what she plans to do for her future and don’t ever distract her from watching the Oscars if you want to live a full and meaningful life.
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