The first weeks...

I remember the first night I spent in my vinyl wrapped twin bed, thinking to myself "wow, this is so comfortable", an opinion that was sure to change over the coming months. How young and stupid I really was, having left my queen size memory foam, triple bedspring space age technology mattress at home. Now, for the first two weeks, I didn't really hang out with anyone on my floor. I met a girl, katie, in the line up to get student cards, and we spent most of our time watching laguna beach and eating pasta. The first two weeks had past, and I still had no idea who I was sharing the bathroom with.

On the first day of school, both of the doors to the bathroom were open. Each room had a door on opposite ends of the bathroom connecting our rooms to the bathroom, and on that first day, I caught a glimpse of my mysterious roommates back. But for the ensuing two weeks, that's all I saw of him. I guess I could have walked the 5 feet of common space we shared, and knocked on his door. But this was university, who does that?

So I spent my time going for runs on the trails, hanging out with katie, and blasting mos def and biggie smalls throughout my little dorm room. And then, on some random night, probably going down to the cafeteria (the caff) for some food, I was in the elevator when this guy, turned to me and said "so, do you think we should clean the bathroom soon".

"what? you're my roommate?"