I was sitting on my couch maniacally pounding on my keyboard wishing desperately for the words to come when my roommate looks up and says, "Your so cute Michelle." I am not sure what inspired her to say that when I am looking like a deranged monkey that lost it's tail sitting on a couch. Her comment has lead me to believe that she is stark raving mad. Quite a compliment from me. But seriously, I don't understand.
I love my roommate, she is so funny. She is a nursing major who works nights and I probably only see her every few days, it makes the room kinda lonely at times, but it's all good. She is also very blonde at times. I tease her because of guilt, I feel guilty because she has the same problems I do, she is cursed by a subconscious that likes steal thoughts out of the conscious mind rendering the person unable to remember anything but basic motor functions. Although I lose even that sometimes.
The best thing about my roommate is that she willingly sings Disney songs in the room at the top of her lungs with me. The times people ask us to shut up (always) we take a car for a drive so that we can sing and not bother people. It is so exhilarating. There is nothing quit as therapeutic as screaming your lungs out in a car to the approximate tune of a favorite childhood song.
I have lots of other fun adventures with my roommate, and I will be sure to document the ones in the future. She is an awesome girl who is just enough off kilter for us to be great friends.
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