Having a single is possibly the greatest thing that could have happened to me freshmen year. I didn’t want it at first. My housing preferences were listed as follows:
1. Double
2. Triple
3. Quad
4. Single
So after hearing about how cool my friends roommates were turning out, I got more and more excited about who mine would be. So when I excitedly tore open my housing assignment letter only to find a blank where my roommate’s name would I was naturally very disappointed. Once I got to school though, I realized how much I truly value privacy. I never have to worry about my roommate walking in on me while I’m at my computer…watching Gossip Girl (Embarrassing right??). The only problem I have to really worry about is me. I am one of the most forgetful people of all time. Over the years I’ve lost everything from glasses, to cell phones, to shoes, to my virginity (I really wish I could remember where I left that. It was a crazy fucking night). Since my arrival at UC Santa Cruz, nothing has changed. The second day of school I managed to lock myself out of my room with nothing but a towel and a bar of soap. You think that’s bad. Three weeks later, guess who was the one who forgot their keys on the First Rain and got locked out butt ass naked?…The dude down the hall. Fuck, I’m not that retarded. I have however forgotten to take of my boxers when getting in the shower…twice. It seems like something fairly difficult to forget. It just seems to slip my mind when I’m making sure my floaties are fully inflated and secured on my arms.
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