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Hello, my obviously bored chums.
This is an attempt at a telling of the "behind the scenes" of my oh-so-riveting life away at college.
Here I shall give the down and dirty details of life with my class and roommates that I can't divulge on my MSN space because some of the people I talk about may read it...
Not that I talk behind people's backs...but venting is very theraputic, friends.
Where to start?
I have three roommates. Though I usually tell people I have two.
The reason is, the third roommate...is a hermit. Really. She is terminally shy. And Christian. And foreign. She just moved here from Asia a couple of years ago.
She always seems so nervous and tense. Perhaps she is hiding something sinister. Like drugs. Or dead bodies. I shall dub her, Shifty McHermit-pants.
Shifty spends nearly all her time in her room. She doesn't even have a TV, so I don't know how she does it. She must have something very entertaining in there (I've only ever caught a slight glance of the room once...and it was dark. Suspicious.). However, she does come out from time to time to cook, though, if we come home home while she is in the process, she usually speed cooks and just takes her food to eat in her room. Odd.
She hardly talks to the rest of us. It makes things very awkward. We all used to try and have conversations with her in the beginning, but they all just kind of died in the air and left me wondering how it was possible to murder a conversation so brutally before even saying 10 words.
A conversation with her usually went like this:
Me: Hi *Shifty!
Her: *tentatively* Hi
Me: So, how's your day going?
Her: Good. *looks around for escape*
Me: Sooo, classes going well?
Her: *nods*
Me: That's good...
Her: Mmm...
Me: Sooo yeah.
Her: Ok. *Walks away*
Conversation over.
That is how you know a conversation with her is done. She stares blankly and says, "Ok." Then just walks away...
It's a little insulting actually. Which is why I gave up on her.
Now if I actually SEE her during the day, I usually just say, "Hi," to which she responds with a "Hello," at which point we go back to pretending the other one doesn't exist. Like I said-awkward.
However, she is nothing compared to the host of zany characters that continue to appear in the production that I call, "Ma vie de crazie." So stay tuned for updates, mes amis, and prepare to laugh, cry, gasp and be utterly disturbed.

Later Dayzzz