Right now, I'm unintentionally eavesdropping on a phone conversation between my roommate and her mom.
Roomie: Hi Mom, how's it going? So I'm only sure on 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7 questions. Do you know the rest yet? (pause) I think 8 is false too. Yeah, that sounds right. Okay. (pause) So number 3 is true? Blah blah blah (stuff I can't hear, something about water??? I'm assuming it's related to whatever the homework is about). Oh, I see now! I didn't know that. blah blah blah. (pause) Ohh, that makes sense. I saw something else but... blah blah blah.
The conversation moved on to other topics. But, seriously, WOW. We're in COLLEGE. Pretty sure my mom stopped helping me with homework when I was in 2nd grade.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Shoulda Been Born Blonde: Exhibit A
Once upon a time a highly independent, critical, cynical 22 year-old lived with a spacey, obnoxiously happy, people-pleasing 20 year old.
The 22 year old is me.
The 20 year old is my roommate.
I've decided it's important to start recording this relationship because it's high time somebody tried to find a pattern in this madness. Also, it's entertaining. And really, let's be legit here; if I didn't laugh about this stuff, I'd probably cry. Or throw things. At my roommate.
I think I'll start by just recording daily happenings.
My roommate and I have the same task to complete by the end of this week. It requires that we go pick up some clothes from a specific location with specific hours. Today, being the efficient individual that I am, hopped in my car when I had an extra 30 minutes and tried to retrieve my clothing. When I arrived I was informed that we would not be able to pick up the clothing until Thursday. I informed the entire group FOUR times that we would be unable to pick up our clothing until Thursday, so don't try. Four separate occasions, but within a 20-30 minute time period. I'm sure my roommate was present for at least 2 of those occasions. Then the entire group discussed the matter for approximately 10 minutes. Meanwhile, our coach was on a diatribe about how ridiculous it is that we couldn't pick up the clothing today. This lasted about 15 minutes. My roommate was there for the entire duration...
So tonight, I was doing laundry. I had a pile of clothes sitting on the floor. My roommate asked, "Oh, so did you go get those today?" Um, no, I thought. But I responded, "Oh, from The Cage? Didn't you hear? We can't pick those up until Thursday." She, looking shocked, said, "What!? Thursday? I didn't know that!!!" Silently, I screamed, HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW!?! Luckily for her, I just said, "Nope, not until Thursday," and walked away. JESUS.
Now you know why I titled this blog the way I did. She should have been born blonde. At least then people might expect it!
The 22 year old is me.
The 20 year old is my roommate.
I've decided it's important to start recording this relationship because it's high time somebody tried to find a pattern in this madness. Also, it's entertaining. And really, let's be legit here; if I didn't laugh about this stuff, I'd probably cry. Or throw things. At my roommate.
I think I'll start by just recording daily happenings.
My roommate and I have the same task to complete by the end of this week. It requires that we go pick up some clothes from a specific location with specific hours. Today, being the efficient individual that I am, hopped in my car when I had an extra 30 minutes and tried to retrieve my clothing. When I arrived I was informed that we would not be able to pick up the clothing until Thursday. I informed the entire group FOUR times that we would be unable to pick up our clothing until Thursday, so don't try. Four separate occasions, but within a 20-30 minute time period. I'm sure my roommate was present for at least 2 of those occasions. Then the entire group discussed the matter for approximately 10 minutes. Meanwhile, our coach was on a diatribe about how ridiculous it is that we couldn't pick up the clothing today. This lasted about 15 minutes. My roommate was there for the entire duration...
So tonight, I was doing laundry. I had a pile of clothes sitting on the floor. My roommate asked, "Oh, so did you go get those today?" Um, no, I thought. But I responded, "Oh, from The Cage? Didn't you hear? We can't pick those up until Thursday." She, looking shocked, said, "What!? Thursday? I didn't know that!!!" Silently, I screamed, HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW!?! Luckily for her, I just said, "Nope, not until Thursday," and walked away. JESUS.
Now you know why I titled this blog the way I did. She should have been born blonde. At least then people might expect it!
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