"As of Monday, Oc-tober 20, there were 11 men still living in temporary housing. To find out how close you are to being assigned, check the window panel beside the door to Contracts and Assignments in Burge Hall."
This means that I can go check next to the door above to figure out when my fricking roommate's moving out. She informed me tonight that she has RE-put her name on some sort of waiting list. This means that as soon as other people are taken care of and it's her turn, she's moving out.
Lol, the thing that makes me laugh though, is the fact that she wasn't really going to tell me at all. My R.A. came by tonight so that we (my roommate and I) could do some sort of agreement (because it's required). And then my R.A. asked Adeline (not her real name) if she had told me yet, and Adeline was all Asian-like, and like "um, no." So then, pretty much by command of my R.A., told me that she had her name put on the waiting list.
I figured that shouting "YES" and doing a fist pump at this time was appropriate.
I should have done the fist pump, but then I think that my R.A. would have a negative image of me (instead of liking me, which I'm pretty sure she does). So, instead, I was just like "hmmm, okay." All calm-like and what not.
AND NOW, as we speak, she just asked me to use a trash bag. So, I'll admit, this isn't quite as bad as her asking me to use my calculator for her SAT on Saturday (wtf, mate?), but I said in response that she could just carry the trash can down to the room and dump it...
Her: "Um, I think I would prefer to use a trash bag."
Me: "Well, then the answer's no. You cannot use a trash bag. So now, you'll just have to carry it down and dump it."
Her *takes trash can and walks out of room*
Me *types this portion of the blog*
**giggled quietly to myself**
On another note, I don't think I've told the SAT story. That'll have to come later, I think.
I should have done the fist pump, but then I think that my R.A. would have a negative image of me (instead of liking me, which I'm pretty sure she does). So, instead, I was just like "hmmm, okay." All calm-like and what not.
AND NOW, as we speak, she just asked me to use a trash bag. So, I'll admit, this isn't quite as bad as her asking me to use my calculator for her SAT on Saturday (wtf, mate?), but I said in response that she could just carry the trash can down to the room and dump it...
Her: "Um, I think I would prefer to use a trash bag."
Me: "Well, then the answer's no. You cannot use a trash bag. So now, you'll just have to carry it down and dump it."
Her *takes trash can and walks out of room*
Me *types this portion of the blog*
**giggled quietly to myself**
On another note, I don't think I've told the SAT story. That'll have to come later, I think.
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