Jackson 5 Hairspray
Another Thursday Night here in Creighton Hall 210. The dynamic seems to have changed here, with a lot more sensible conversation. It seems that now the truth is out people seem to be more acceptable and thoughtful.
We had a somewhat long discussion about my roommate’s future wife. His main concern on women is if she is willing to stay home with his kids. Needless to say, I disagree with this being anyone’s primary concern. Now I would have no problem with a wife who would stay home with her kids, but I would much prefer to share the responsibility with my future wife.
The girl that was passed out on top of the toilet last week seems to be a lot more reasonable now. I keep saying that she is good looking and really nice, but annoying and prudish. I told her that I liked her at the start of the semester (which is true) and when she was away I was talking to my roommate about how I still found her interesting. Oh well, I like someone else.
Another girl is over here, the toilet-drunk girl’s roommate. She is (based on general consensus) very good looking (and knows that all the guys say that) but not my type of girl. I don’t know what is in to me, but I tend to like girls that others seem to think are not worth it.
Room selection for sophomore year is coming up soon. The school assigns things based on a random number. I am really hoping to have a room that is with a few other people from my former dorm. I keep telling people that I will open a cash bar, but to be honest I doubt it will happen. It just seems to be too risky and pricey. When I first got some Grey Goose Vodka I told my roommate that if the room got raided I wouldn’t let the resident assistants take my fine vodka. I don’t know…
The interesting thing about this post is that it is being typed via a VNC session to my computer. A computer at which the drunk girl’s roommate is watching. As she states to the rest of the room that she finds me and this blog to be very similar to Cameron Crowe’s Vanilla Sky. As the discussion has come back to my roommate’s shallow preference in women, she chimes in with a discussion of how if she spent a ton of time in college she would not want to just let it all go to be a housewife. To which I yelled “THANK YOU!” Just to think, at the start of the night I thought of her to be so much more shallow… Interesting, she seems like someone I should try to foster a friendship with. If she doesn’t get pissed after she reads this.
