Myth #7

The past few days have been both awful and wonderful. Wonderful, because I've seen a whole bunch of people I missed. Awful, because I've had to help people move shit in almost endlessly. Also awful, because I was right about Elise stressing me out by being my room mate. So far, we've gone on three walks around midnight because she was feeling "depressed" and thought that walking outside talking about unimportant shit would solve her problems. I was also right about the fact that the two new room mates we have would be complete and utter ass. God, I hate being right.

Last night, I came back in around 11 and was ready to go to bed. I walked in to Rachel, Elise, and Nico discussing what one of our room mates had done. According to them, Randi (one of the room mate slut girls) stumbled in possibly drunk, plopped down on my amazing $10 chair, and started talking super-loudly on her phone. They'd been watching TV and thought it quite rude. She then marched back into her room and slammed the door.

Elise, Rachel, and Nicole guessed Randi had been drinking, but I knew. Why is it that, of all the super abilities I could possibly have, I had to have the power to recognize the smells of alcohol, sex, and cigarettes all rolled into one? The booze smell was strongest, sex a bit... fainter (I know what it smells like, I'm still a virgin, shut up), and cigarettes faintest. I think she just walked through a smoke cloud at wherever she was...

Anyway, I crashed around 11:30. I then got up around 1:30 to pee because Elise had given me some Vitamin water two seconds before bed (thanks, roomie), but someone was in the one toilet stall we have. I was waiting by the sink, bleary-eyed and half-awake in a huge t-shirt and boxers, when this guy walks into my bathroom. My bathroom. In our all-girls suite.

Me: "????"
Him: "Uh, hi. I'm (insert room mate here)'s boyfriend."
Me: "Kay."

He looked like the most enormously stereotypical jock you could possibly imagine, no joke. He had broad shoulders, a huge barrel-like body, and a thick sausagey neck. Holy crap, jock. Anyway, one of the room mates came out then and was like "hey" and I was like "uggggh", went in to pee, then fell back into bed.

I know I keep saying "one of the room mates", but I really can't tell them apart. They're like fucking clones of each other. They're both freakily straight-haired blondes who dyed their hair a dark brown. They're both tan. They both wear enormous quantities of makeup. They both have the same lilting voice that makes every sentence a question. "So I was with this guy? And he was like hey? And I was like you're not serious? Oh my god?" Extremely fucking annoying. Hopefully, they'll both overdose on something or get kicked out of our room for being caught with beer. I don't care which happens, but it should really happen soon.

This morning, I trekked over to the Honors office to find out if I could register for an Honors class. Because I'm an overachiever like that. See, I've figured out the method to my madness. I do semi-okay in classes when I have an easy schedule. I do really well in classes when I have a crazy schedule. That's my reasoning. I'm taking 18 credits. Wonderful.

Having successfully registered for the Honors course, I realized I had a half hour until I had to attend it. Damn. I wandered back to my guy friends' suite and was all like "Hey guyz, want to eat?" Only Brian was hungry, so I ate a quick breakfast with him before class.

The class itself is sort of literary. Its theme is the "altered state", which is a very general topic. We're reading Alice in Wonderland, Slaughterhouse-Five, etc. It'll be really easy for me. I was amused to learn that my friend Dave is also in it. Why was I amused? #1, Dave is the only guy in the class. It's Dave and Twelve Girls. That should be like a sitcom. #2, Dave does not have a creative bone in his body. He's an all math-and-science type guy, which are areas the Honors curriculum fails to cover, lol. Our first assignment is to create a two page fairy tale involving altered persons. This will be epic. He's still working at it after two hours of hard work. XD Even better, this Thursday in class, we have to read our fairy tales outloud. Excellent. Oh, and #3? Dave is one of those weird geeks you see who went prematurely bald and looks like he's about 40 even though he's only 19. He's awesome. Liam and I both thought he was a professor when we met him last year.

I also suffered through my Accounting class today. I fell asleep in it. In the first class. Great start or greatest start?

By the way... Myth #7. Hikaris prefer light, bright colors like pink or yellow. Yamis prefer dark colors like black or navy. (Source)

I got one lovely vote from Michelle, who claimed this myth was false.

PSYCHE. It's true. Let's compare wardrobes.

Mine:


Hers:

That’s about the main jist of it. For whatever reason, this stereotype fits us. The only variation is that I have two black shirts I rarely wear. Marlie has one bright blue shirt. I bought it for her. She wears it occasionally. By that, I mean at like, Christmas and Easter. Maybe.