Theme Song: "Walking On Thin Ice" - Yoko Ono
I’m paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air.
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with your heart...?
Could you excuse me for just one second? *brief pause* AhhhhHHHHHH!!!! *calms down* Okay, I'm ready now. After another year of working my ass off, I finally have the combination of a good lottery time and upperclassman status HOWEVER... Junior housing selection hasn't even started yet and there are absolutely NO SiNGLE rooms available on campus. As you might expect, I'm a bit perturbed with this sad news.
Upon my return from the Residence Life office, Billy tells me that he just got the last single room in Lahm. Sorry dude, but I'm off the clock and I just can't use my acting ability to pretend I'm ecstatic that my 1st choice of rooms have all already been snatched up. But then again, it's ridiculous that he had to fight & claw for the last single when he's a senior; really, it shouldn't be this hard for either of us to live alone. It's been my dream since the first day I stepped in Gettysburg. You see, like my mama, I'm an introverted performer; although I thrive off the energy of an audience, I like to come home, be alone, and do some personal reflection... and recharge my happy-battery. My parents understand this completely (my family's quite the secretly anti-social bunch) and have always been willing to shell out the extra mulah for a single... too bad I'm starting to doubt those rooms even exist!
Billy assures me that this lack of singles is all due to the people who apply in advance to live in single dorms. I would never do that because I assume that's for physically and mentally disabled people--even if I've only seen one borderline-disabled person in Lahm aka the sleazy motel next to the funeral home aka the hub of all singles. So the question is: How crazy does one have to be in order to qualify for a single? I suffer from manic depression, but I don't take medicine for it 'cause really, who wouldn't want to be happy all the time? I suppose, if I was more vindictive, I could try and milk my condition for all its worth... oh well, everyone's a little crazy--and if they aren't, they're just plain boring. *yawn*
Which brings me to my current dilemma: I need a roommate... but I hate people. :-D Not so much that I hate all people, I just prefer being alone most of the time... I spend so much time running around and interacting with people during the day, I don't wanna come home to that every night. The ironic thing is that I turned down lots of people who asked me to live with them next year in theme housing (Honors House, Diaspora House, RISE House... speaking of which, Thank You, Girl Wonder, but I'd rather die ;-D). Yeah... too bad I've never liked theme houses; it's like living with a family of 10... if I wanted to do that, I would move in with my aunts in Hempstead!
So I guess this is it, I'm gonna have to prostrate myself before all those who need a roomie next year. *sigh* That's right, James, time to work the student digests like the whore that you are. Fine. *slides down his socks, dusts off his feather boa, and wipes down the ol' brass pole* Wish me luck, y'all!
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