The Drunk Lives!

Wow, I am totally spamming this, but as my new toy, I expect I will update a lot for the next week or so.

But guys, I totally just met one of my new roommates! The one who was completely wasted and bleeding from her chin when I met (and I use that word very loosely as me, waving weakly from my bedroom doorway, as she stumbles across the kitchen and living room, leaving blood spots in her wake, does not constitute as meeting someone) her on Sunday! The Drunk, as I will forever think of her, was nice and shook my hand as I got a water bottle from the fridge. Truthfully, I heard her coming up the stairs (oh the joy of having a bedroom next to the stairwell) and planted myself in the kitchen to meet her. Because after three days of living in an apartment with people I never see, only hear, I was starting to feel a little weird.

So, in summation, one roommate down, one to go.
Also, there is a party going on below my apartment.

*sigh*. I wish *I* was still in college.

P.S. Rachel Ann, if you read this, don't tell Mom and Dad. I told them I had met both my roommates and everything was peechy keen!