Sunday, March 05, 2006
So i'm sitting here in my dorm room typing this post, smelling the warm familar stench of puke.
I hate my roommate.
It was obvious from the start that his idea of a good time and my idea of a good time is really worlds apart. I can't say that I'm better than him in this aspect. Playing computer games till the wee hours of the morning, sleeping, eating good chinese food... Not really a fun time for certain people. However, I find his concept of having fun disturbing. He drinks on most weekends with the goal of getting drunk and then throwing up. Yes, indirectly he wants to throw up. And he gets emotional when he is drunk. And he brings his friends to the room to do the same things. And his friend pee'd in the garbage can that was in the study room once.
I guess I'm moving out of the dorms.
I hate my roommate.
It was obvious from the start that his idea of a good time and my idea of a good time is really worlds apart. I can't say that I'm better than him in this aspect. Playing computer games till the wee hours of the morning, sleeping, eating good chinese food... Not really a fun time for certain people. However, I find his concept of having fun disturbing. He drinks on most weekends with the goal of getting drunk and then throwing up. Yes, indirectly he wants to throw up. And he gets emotional when he is drunk. And he brings his friends to the room to do the same things. And his friend pee'd in the garbage can that was in the study room once.
I guess I'm moving out of the dorms.
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