Theme Song: "A Little Respect" - Erasure
It's been over 2 months since that fateful night. I had retired for the evening relatively early (11-ish) after a long, hard day at Bullet Marching Band camp, when I heard a car screech followed by a pounding on my door. There on my doorstep stood Jinming, abandoned by a speeding van after a lonnnnng flight from China, with his luggage and without a key. From that point on, we've been attempting to make our room more integrated; I find it quite refreshing/amusing to see our products side-by-side in English & Mandarin (or is it Cantonese? Let's just go with Mandarin).
As the weeks progress, I start to mold him into my ideal roommate--as I always do--by trying to lead by example. What can I say? Something about living with someone magnifies my obsessive-compulsiveness 5 times over! Every week a different infraction is noticed and I just have to kindly remind him of JiMBO policies: Recycle, Bunking the beds'll save space, hands off the Glade LightShow, and for the love of God, lift the seat! ;-D Obviously, I'm not the easiest person to live with, never claimed to be. I have my... quirks--most of which aren't hidden from the general public. I've pretty much gotten over the fact that my roommate's almost a decade older than me; it's all good. The only thing I really miss about rooming with Billy or Sean is the deep, meaningful, and varied conversation. Jinming's English isn't all that great and I don't know a single word of Mandarin, so our conversations are somewhat limited. We're both film majors, so when all else fails, the only thing we ever really bond over is our love of film. Yeah, Grindhouse!
I'm just afraid that we're slipping into that "Mmph" phase where we see too much of each other (not referring to my daily indulgence in "Naked Time"), we hardly ever greet each other when we come back to the room. It's more like, "Mmph, I see you came home today. Great." It's like I said in a previous episode (see Episode 4.12 - Walking On Thin Ice), I'm actually extremely introverted and yet I spend all day talking to/interacting with people and slapping on that Happy Face. After all that running around, I like to come home and be alone, so I can recharge and let out all my pent-up frustration... I still do Jinming around, but it's just awkward. He probably thinks I'm insane--then again, I can't blame him. *twitch-twitch*
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