Attack of the Immature Roommate
Yes, yes, I have a roommate. Or, more accurately, I have a suitemate. And she's 22. For the most part, she's relatively cool, and a pretty considerate roommate. However, she thinks she's a lot more mature than she really is. For instance, her first priority is meeting boys. Everywhere we go (and more on that later) her first words are always, 'where are the cute guys?' It's really annoying. This is business school. I'm not paying an obscene amount of money to help you find a boyfriend. She also seems to think that we have to do everything together. We live across the parking lot from a bar. Tonight, I wanted to leave before she did, but she wanted me to stay until she was ready so we could walk home together. I know, you're probably thinking she just wanted to do that for safety. I assure you this is not the case. The bar is on campus. There are about 20 huge lamps in the 75 yards door to door. She just didn't want to be by herself, even though she was talking to people I don't particularly like. Honey, you don't need me for that. I'm not an accessory, nor a chaperone. Probably the most irritating thing about her is that she fancies herself a socialite partygirl. Nothing could be further from the truth. I made the mistake of telling her some stories from my days as a partygirl, so now she thinks I'm going to go out and get hammered with her every night. Again, I'm here for school. Sure, going out is a lot of fun, but I'm over it. Way over it. I don't mind going out for a drink or two a couple of nights a week. But she gets drunk every time we're out, and wants to go out pretty much every night. Oh, and she won't go out if I don't want to, and then gets all pouty about it. It's going to be a long semester.
posted by MelissaJ @ 12:13 PM
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