ode to the roommate
Current mood: hopeful
I know I'm not doing the goodbye Walker thing yet, but I'm going to have to do a segment I'd like to call "The Best Roomie in the Whole Entire Universe."
You may know her as Teresa Shadroui (damnit, I think I misspelled her fucking name), but I prefer to refer to her as "Technically Midgett but We'll Ignore That Because I Hate Midgetts and I Love Teresa." She came from a cluttered and dirty environment, but she kept her clutter in a neat pile just for my benefit because she knows messes make me nervous. She leaves me alone when I'm in a bad mood and tells me she loves me in a nervous giggle. She hits me on the arm and says "Ste-pha-NIE!" when I tell her of various retarted things I do while she's elsewhere. We play Fallout Boy at amazingly loud levels and would fall into a deep depression if Tom ever started charging for Myspace or Livejournal. (we are both broke and love Myspace and Livejournal). We love to talk about our families for the simple fact that ours are both of the same breed. Teresa is what I would like to call a "non-driver." She becomes very frazzled at times and it is quite amusing to hear these rampages. Teresa loves terrible reality television shows, but I forgive her. We share in our propensity for the all powerful Panic Attack. Ms. Shadroui once fell into a deep, half -drunken slumber upon my rubbermaid storage container. She also once broke her rib on the floor of our room when it was only my room. I was present to witness the begining of her relationship with a man who she will marry in the future (I was also around when she had a couple of major "firsts," of which she relayed to me in an excited, comedic manner). She was around for the magical mushroom camping trip, but we will not speak of that. Teresa is smart, funny, level-headed, and one of the best friends I have ever aquired.
She leaves us now to live with the man she loves and to go to a better school. I forgive her.
Asheville's only 45 minutes away.
all i need is to read this, that steph wrote about a month ago, before breaking into tears and realizing how fucking great my friends really are. and that i need more of them in asheville because i'm lonely and getting bitter. last post today. today was a lot of bored posting. and i don't know how to do anything with spoilers,etc. my bad.
i like writing in here as opposed to lj or myspace because it's way more private. also. i realized after reading all my posts on here i sound really nuts. when in reality i'm happy, and normal compared to most people. i think.
Current mood: hopeful
I know I'm not doing the goodbye Walker thing yet, but I'm going to have to do a segment I'd like to call "The Best Roomie in the Whole Entire Universe."
You may know her as Teresa Shadroui (damnit, I think I misspelled her fucking name), but I prefer to refer to her as "Technically Midgett but We'll Ignore That Because I Hate Midgetts and I Love Teresa." She came from a cluttered and dirty environment, but she kept her clutter in a neat pile just for my benefit because she knows messes make me nervous. She leaves me alone when I'm in a bad mood and tells me she loves me in a nervous giggle. She hits me on the arm and says "Ste-pha-NIE!" when I tell her of various retarted things I do while she's elsewhere. We play Fallout Boy at amazingly loud levels and would fall into a deep depression if Tom ever started charging for Myspace or Livejournal. (we are both broke and love Myspace and Livejournal). We love to talk about our families for the simple fact that ours are both of the same breed. Teresa is what I would like to call a "non-driver." She becomes very frazzled at times and it is quite amusing to hear these rampages. Teresa loves terrible reality television shows, but I forgive her. We share in our propensity for the all powerful Panic Attack. Ms. Shadroui once fell into a deep, half -drunken slumber upon my rubbermaid storage container. She also once broke her rib on the floor of our room when it was only my room. I was present to witness the begining of her relationship with a man who she will marry in the future (I was also around when she had a couple of major "firsts," of which she relayed to me in an excited, comedic manner). She was around for the magical mushroom camping trip, but we will not speak of that. Teresa is smart, funny, level-headed, and one of the best friends I have ever aquired.
She leaves us now to live with the man she loves and to go to a better school. I forgive her.
Asheville's only 45 minutes away.
all i need is to read this, that steph wrote about a month ago, before breaking into tears and realizing how fucking great my friends really are. and that i need more of them in asheville because i'm lonely and getting bitter. last post today. today was a lot of bored posting. and i don't know how to do anything with spoilers,etc. my bad.
i like writing in here as opposed to lj or myspace because it's way more private. also. i realized after reading all my posts on here i sound really nuts. when in reality i'm happy, and normal compared to most people. i think.
Thanks.