I don't like my roommate at all. Ugh. So I don't see her a lot, but when I do, it's....painful. Right now I'm listening to her talk about Johnny Depp. "His one fault is that he's not tall enough. I prefer my guys to be taller." She is almost 30 and complaining about how she hasn't been on a date in so long, and then in the next breath scrutinizing her idol, Johnny.
When she's not talking about her dating woes she's talking about Jen and Mel. Oh my goodness. It's really rediculous. One night she came home crying and I asked her what's wrong. For the next four hours she told me her sob story about how her friend Mel left her and how Jen is sick of her. I invited her to eat dinner with me and Megan one night and we ended up sitting there for two hours while she retold me the whole story. She had 4 or 5 girls over from her ward in her bedroom for some meeting and I walked by and heard her telling them. I came out to the kitchen a couple of weeks ago and she was on the phone sharing the same story with him, too. I have another roommate who is much more patient, and she must have sat through the same story at least 5 times, for how many snippets I've heard. So Mel told my roommate that they couldn't be friends anymore TWO YEARS AGO! And Jen, their mutual friend doesn't spend as much time with her.
She wants drama in her life. She invites it. I don't. I would prefer a different roommate. More on her later maybe.
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