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I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
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Sunday, January 25, 2004
My history of roomies
I've had my share of agreeable and disagreeable roomies since the age of 16 when I transferred to a boarding school. I tend to be quickly annoyed by little things, especially when they accumulate as I interpret them to be the expression of my roomies' inconsiderate, self-centered personalities.
Roomie experience #1: My first roomie was RP who would've never become my best friend if we hadn't lived together. Soon after living together we became known as "the symbiosis" to our circle of friends. It was a fun time and she always held my hair whenever I bowed to the porcelain god after a long night out.
Roomie experience #2: For the final year of high school RP and I moved into an apartment together with another girl from our class. It turned out that the other girl liked depilating her legs with a epilator and leaving the hairs in the bath tub for the next person to clean. Other offences included never taking the trash out, leaving a half-eaten pizza in the kitchen for a week, using up the toilet paper but never replacing it and similar annoying things. The most memorable incident was when RP and I baked her a fancy birthday cake and she invited people over to eat it in her room without offering us a single crumb of it.
Roomie experience #3: Exchange semester in Grenoble, France, 2002. TJ and Janman, a fellow student from our university, were quite agreeable although TJ had the habit of getting up at 4 pm and then walking around the living room in his boxer shorts and Norwegian wool socks. We mainly lived of crème fraîche, baguette and red whine and at this point I found out that it wasn't so bad to live with guys as long as you put them in charge of cleaning the toilet. The only stupid thing they did was buying two pet goldfish which died a tragic death because we overfed them.
Roomie experience #4: That is the lamented flatshare of Nottingham that you might have heard from my first few posts. Three Spanish girls, a Danish gal and me. The lessons learnt: Spanish girls that have always lived with their parents prior to coming to England and I don't mix well. Excessive cooking with olive oil leaves a sticky coating on all the surfaces in the kitchen. Listening to trance music causes brain damage. Danish girls that run marathons are nice.
Roomie experience #5: After #4 I was not fond of the idea of another all-girl flatshare but unfortunately I'd already signed the contract before my exchange semesters. Moreover I was too lazy to look for another apartment. Big mistake.
If it weren't for JW I would call this the worst flatshare experience. JW is real fun. Unfortunately this doesn't change the fact that Tupperware girl is the worst roomie I've ever had. I recently just noticed that Tupperware girl has the same first name as the girl from my senior year. I should've seen the omen before it's too late.
posted by Bunny at 4:04 PM
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