My roommate was an idiot, and I do mean that literally. For the past year or so, I've heard a variety of people make fun of her. They laugh at everything from her clothing choice, to her horrible sense of grammar, to her backwards name (her name is actually her father's name spelled backwards... kinda like Stanley Yelnats, but not...)
Today, as I was making my way to the drink machines in my school's cafeteria, I noticed a little grey rodent running by. This, of course, caused me to stare at the floor fixedly as if I were crazy.
So my roommate is weird. However, she isn't a creepy, emo, "little green men do exist!" kind of weird. She's the 'too normal to actually be normal' kind of weird. A week ago, I'd have said this kind of weird didn't exist. After all, it is much too rare. Yet, here she is. Living with me. A mere bunk bed away.
During this past summer, I've had two different friends tell me that they've stopped drinking because it began to get out of hand. Now, keep in mind, that neither of these people are actually old enough to drink.
The other day I was talking to a few friends about all the
inane things we did back in elementary school (AKA, when dinosaurs roamed the
earth; AKA, when the second Jurassic Park was produced). While digging far back
into the deepest recesses of my brain, I discovered a long forgotten memory…
Sophmore year of highschool, December 1st, I was introduced to greatestjournal.com. It was amazing. Hours upon hours of wasted life. From there, I began blogging on other sites, spreading my random statements on life (i.e. not enough people eat cupcakes. If we all ate cupcakes we'd be happier people!
